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sexta-feira, 15 de julho de 2016
"Fireman" dos Baby Shambles (2013)
Down the made orange
With the pimps and the peddlers
Looking like Colombo
Feeling like Holmes the Meddler
It's breakfast time
Have a pot of wine
Sucking on a bone
Chewing on a microphone
I am a fireman
I live in a Lisbon bus shelter
I am the fireman
Satan's little helper
All the Brits abroad
Looking for an easy score
Talk about North Korea
And think about your career
I am a fireman
I live in a Lisbon bus shelter I am the fireman
Says I am a fireman
I am a fireman
At the fireman's convention
In Buenos Aires
Says I am a fireman
I am the fireman
Youtube
terça-feira, 15 de março de 2016
The Ballad of Casey Deiss de Shawn Phillips (1970)
T'was a man of youthful features
T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes
Watching out by looking inward
Tall and stately and full of life
In his life, he spoke but rarely
In his mind he cried for light
Painting perceptions trying to capture
That which he saw in his questioning strife
Once in Lisbon, twice in London
Traveling around for all of his time
Looking for and finding a goddess
He took Diana to be his wife
Video
domingo, 15 de novembro de 2015
"L is for lover" de Al Jarreau (1986)
(...)
Maybe she's looking for you in Moscow
L is for lover
Looking for you in Glasgow
O is for an offer
Maybe she's looking for you in Rio
V you got to venture
Maybe she's looking for you in Tokyo
E maybe forever
Maybe she's looking for you in Sydney
L is for lover
Maybe she's looking for you in Philly
O is for an offer
Maybe she's looking for you in Lisbon
V you got to venture
Maybe she's looking for you in Brooklyn
E maybe forever
Letra completa
Video
Maybe she's looking for you in Moscow
L is for lover
Looking for you in Glasgow
O is for an offer
Maybe she's looking for you in Rio
V you got to venture
Maybe she's looking for you in Tokyo
E maybe forever
Maybe she's looking for you in Sydney
L is for lover
Maybe she's looking for you in Philly
O is for an offer
Maybe she's looking for you in Lisbon
V you got to venture
Maybe she's looking for you in Brooklyn
E maybe forever
Letra completa
Video
terça-feira, 15 de setembro de 2015
"Lisbonne" de Alain Barriere (1962)
(Ya ya ya ya ya...)
{Refrain:}
Nous irons à Lisbonne
Âme lourde et cœur gai
Cueillir la belladone
Au jardin que j'avais
Lisbonne est jolie
La fumée des vapeurs
Sous la brise mollie
Prend des formes de fleurs
Jadis, une sirène
A Lisbonne vivait
Semez, semez la graine
Au jardin que j'avais
{au Refrain, x2}
Semez, semez la graine
Je connais la chanson
Que chante la sirène
Au pied de sa maison
Je connais la sirène
Je connais sa chanson
Voyez, sa robe traîne
Et charme les poissons
{au Refrain}
(La la la...)
{Refrain:}
Nous irons à Lisbonne
Âme lourde et cœur gai
Cueillir la belladone
Au jardin que j'avais
Lisbonne est jolie
La fumée des vapeurs
Sous la brise mollie
Prend des formes de fleurs
Jadis, une sirène
A Lisbonne vivait
Semez, semez la graine
Au jardin que j'avais
{au Refrain, x2}
Semez, semez la graine
Je connais la chanson
Que chante la sirène
Au pied de sa maison
Je connais la sirène
Je connais sa chanson
Voyez, sa robe traîne
Et charme les poissons
{au Refrain}
(La la la...)
sexta-feira, 15 de maio de 2015
"Candy baby" de Adam and Naive (2009)
Ty-
And I heard the whispering of a "come here kitty"
It was the whispering of a "come here kitty" that you followed
Candy baby , Candy baby
All prone to things unhealthy
Candy baby
And I put what was mine on a plane
On a plane to lisbon
On a plane to lisbon
Ingrid I long for you
To the point of I don’t know what to do
It placed an intangible weight on my shoulders
Ingrid I long for you
Candy baby
Find your way out
Of this maze
(...)
domingo, 15 de março de 2015
"No Reason To Cry" dos The Go-Betweens (2005)
For days we fought across the globe
You bit my tongue on a Lisbon Road
We staggered home to the black hotel
Blew our money at the wishing well
December sun didn't make us sing
Wounds too deep to keep anything
But there's no reason to cry.
Been fifteen years since we last spoke
The wounds have healed on my throat
The autumn sun's a creamy haze
On Fox Hill Green I lose the day
But there's no reason to cry.
quinta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2015
"Pretenders To The Throne" dos Beautiful South (1995)
Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral? Milan with it's glamour and it's pace? London with it's river and it's bridges? Lisbon with it's beauty and it's grace? Funny looking buses Climb it's pot-bellied hills And a solitary jogger Times the time he kills Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you have guessed, so none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is dragging me down Dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Dragging me down, down, down Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit? Madrid with it's market square? Paris with it's bustling cafes? Hull with it's musical flair? Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you have guessed so none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain How can you like this place when it never even rains? Never even rains Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down
segunda-feira, 15 de setembro de 2014
"Lissabon" de Gerard (2012)
(..)
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon,
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon,
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon.
Steig in die U-Bahn ein, iPhone auf Flugmodus, mir ist das gerad zu Doof.
Du kannst schreiben, obwohl, ich weiß nicht so recht.
Denn dieses Leben war vor dir schon so ein klein' bisschen schlecht.
Auch wenn ich's grad nicht mehr weiß, diese Rastlosigkeit war doch der absolute
Scheiß! Ich will da nicht zurück, denn diese Clubs sind mir gerad zu laut.
Es gibt nichts besseres als unser'n Sex und danach mit dir Entourage zu schau'n.
Ich kapier, es geht anders auch, doch vielleicht sind wir nach den 4 Jahr'n auch anders drauf?
Ich weiß doch auch nicht, nach hundert Kriegen steht es unentschieden.
Zwischen uns ist wie 'nen Benz, der jetzt brennt aus dem uns keiner mehr rauskriegt, wir können nicht Atmen weil da Rauch ist.
Ich will zwar viel versteh'n, aber noch nicht das es aus ist.
Wir spielen dieses Drama hier so schön, als ob wir hoffen das es dafür Applaus gibt.
Zurück nach Lissabon, du bist die Perfektion und es gibt nichts was dazwischen kommt.
Nie wieder Karlsplatz wie damals, so sagen dann wars das;
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon,
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon, Li-Li-Li-Lissabon,
Schnell lieber wieder weg von Wien und nach Lissabon.
Video: Youtube
Letra integral
Wikipedia
Possível tradução em português (extracto)
De volta a Lisboa, você é a perfeição e não há nada que se interponha entre nós os dois.
Karlsplatz nunca mais foi como era dantes; É isso então.
Rápido ! É melhor ficar longe de Viena e vir para Lisboa, Li-Li-Li-Lisboa
Rápido ! É melhor ficar longe de Viena e vir para Lisboa, Li-li-li-Lisboa Li-Li-Li-Lisboa,
Rápido, preferem se afastar de Viena e Lisboa.
terça-feira, 15 de julho de 2014
"Ho Veduto" dos New Trolls (1968)
Ho veduto nascere il sole dai ghiacci di Thule
Ho veduto i riflessi dorati delle moschee
Le onde adulte della Guascogna, gli squali bianchi
I tucul, le case dei ricchi e ho pianto.
Ho veduto mare che è mare terra che è terra
Come in me, come a Lisbona, come da noi.
Ho veduto grano che è grano, fango che è fango
Ho ascoltato il linguaggio del mondo e ho pianto.
Video: Youtube
quinta-feira, 15 de maio de 2014
"Lisboa" de Anis
Je m'tire à Lisbonne chez mes potes lusophones
Je retourne voir Sofia
Faire ma balloche à Lisboa
Lisboa, Lisboa?
Msee c'est ma co-pilote
Le vent me chuchote des blue notes
Personne n'aime les menottes
Personne
J'veux une valise en carton
Et voir de nouveaux horizons
Plein de nouvelles sensations
Bordel c'est pas que j'm'ennuie
Mais j'irais bien voir ailleurs
J'prends mes cliques et mes claques
Slama bye-bye je fly? away
Sardines everyday
Je m'tire à Lisbonne chez mes potes lusophones
Je retourne voir Sofia
Faire ma balloche à Lisboa
Lisboa, Lisboa?
(...)
Video: Youtube
quarta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2014
"Je reviens les portes de Saint-Malo" de Hughes Affray
1. J'ai couru à travers le monde
De Shanghaï jusqu'à San Fernando
Sous le vent et la tempête
Pour toi j'ai mené mon bateau
Je reviens le coeur en fête
Jusqu'aux portes de Saint-Malo
(...)
4. Cheveux noirs ou bien cheveux d'ange
De Lisbonne au port de San Diego
Mes amours, mes demoiselles
S'envolaient comme des oiseaux
C'était toi vraiment la plus belle
De New York à Saint-Malo
Video: youtube
Letra integral
terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2013
"In het hart von Lissabon" de Het Goede Doel (2011)
Ik had niet vermoed
Dat ik zo blij kon zijn
Verdwenen was de pijn
Die ik ooit had gevoeld
Weg was de vriend
Die mij steeds liet betalen
Die altijd iets kwam halen
En nooit een keer iets bracht
Verdwenen was de vrouw
Die er niet lang van kon genieten
Dat zij mij liet schieten
Voor een sukkel met wat poen
REFREIN:
Alles wat ik meedroeg
Maar liever niet aan denken zou
Alles wat ik aangreep
Maar helemaal niet lukken wou
Verdween
Verdween als water op de droge grond
Als sneeuw voor de zon
Door één zoen op haar mond
In het hart van Lissabon
Verdwenen was de angst
Dat ik niet lang zou leven
Omdat iets het kan begeven
Zomaar ergens in je lijf
Weg het visioen
Van bliksem die kan inslaan
Op de plek waar ik wil heengaan
Ergens op de wereld
Opgelost de vrees
Om niet te zullen slagen
Er bestaan geen vragen meer
Die ik liever zou ontwijken
Alles wat ik meedroeg
Maar liever niet aan denken zou
Alles wat ik aangreep
Maar helemaal niet lukken wou
Verdween
Verdween als water op de droge grond
Als sneeuw voor de zon
Door één zoen op haar mond
In het hart van Lissabon
Ik heb geen moeite meer
Met vroeg opstaan
Ik heb geen zin meer
Om vroeg naar bed te gaan
In het hart in Lissabon
In het hart in Lissabon
In het hart in Lissabon
Alles wat ik meedroeg
Maar liever niet aan denken zou
Alles wat ik aangreep
Maar helemaal niet lukken wou
Verdween
Verdween als water op de droge grond
Als sneeuw voor de zon
Alles wat ik meedroeg
Maar liever niet aan denken zou
Alles wat ik aangreep
Maar helemaal niet lukken wou
Verdween
Verdween als water op de droge grond
Als sneeuw voor de zon
Door één zoen op haar mond
In het hart van Lissabon
Tradução (extracto)
(...)
Tudo o que eu carregava
Mas preferia não pensar
Tudo o que eu tinha apreendido
Mas sem sucesso
Desapareceu como a água na terra seca
Como neve ao sol
Por um beijo em sua boca
No coração de Lisboa
(...)
Eu não tenho mais problemas
Em acordar cedo
Eu não me sinto (mal)
Em ir cedo para a cama
No coração de Lisboa
No coração de Lisboa
No coração de Lisboa
sábado, 15 de setembro de 2012
"Lisboa" de Charles Aznavour
Ma ville en bord de mer tu t'accroches à mes basques
Quand je dois m'en aller vers d'autres horizons
J'ai, en ta compagnie, fait un peu trop de frasques
Le moment est venu de payer l'addition.
Terre de mes amours de jeunesse immature
A vingt ans je croyais que tout m'était permis
Je ne fus pas toujours blanc bleu en aventures
Quand on est jeune et fou, on veut brûler ses nuits.
Lisboa je pars
Sans but, au loin et au hasard
De port en port, de gare en gare
Pour effacer les cris stridents de ma mémoire
Et tenter un nouveau départ
Je pars.
Lisboa je fuis
Vers l'incertain, vers l'infini
Vers des ailleurs chercher l'oubli
Comme un fuyard traqué, comme un proscrit.
J'ai gâché l'amour et détruit
Ma vie.
Ma ville tu m'angoisses et mon coeur se déchire
Que tu vas me manquer, là-bas, dans mon exil.
Reviendrai-je jamais, mon Dieu, qui peut prédire
Pourrai-je, loin de toi, vaincre tous les périls?
Ville de mes émois, mi-mère et mi-maîtresse
D'espoir en désespoir tu as forgé mes jours.
J'ai les yeux pleins de larmes et le coeur en détresse
Sachant que je m'en vais peut-être pour toujours.
Lisboa je pars
Sans but, au loin et au hasard
De port en port, de gare en gare
Pour effacer les cris stridents de ma mémoire
Et tenter un nouveau départ
Je pars.
Lisboa je fuis
Vers l'incertain, vers l'infini
Vers des ailleurs chercher l'oubli
Comme un fuyard traqué, comme un proscrit.
J'ai gâché l'amour et détruit
Ma vie.
Je ne marcherai plus tout au long de la rade
Au bras de mon amour, heureux et coeur battant
Frimant à ses côtés à m'en rendre malade
Fier de son teint hâlé et de son corps troublant.
J'ai piétiné ses rêves sans raison ni cause
Elle, désabusée, a mis fin à ses jours.
De remords en regrets j'ai appris une chose
C'est quand l'amour n'est plus que l'on croit à l'amour.
Lisboa je pars
Sans but, au loin et au hasard
De port en port, de gare en gare
Pour effacer les cris stridents de ma mémoire
Et tenter un nouveau départ
Je pars.
Lisboa je fuis
Vers l'incertain, vers l'infini
Vers des ailleurs chercher l'oubli
Comme un fuyard traqué, comme un proscrit.
J'ai gâché l'amour et détruit
Ma vieTradução
Minha cidade à beira-mar que se agarra as minhas saias
Quando eu tenho que ir para outros horizontes
Eu tenho, a tua companhia, fez algumas brincadeiras demais
É hora de pagar a divida.
Terra dos meus amores de jovem imaturo
Aos vinte anos eu pensei que tudo era permitido
Nem sempre fui azul nas aventuras
Quando somos jovens e loucos, iríamos consumir as noites.
Vou partir para Lisboa
Sem rumo na distância e á deriva
De porto em porto, da estação em estação
Para apagar os estridentes gritos da minha memória
E tentar um novo começo
Vou partir
Lisboa eu fui
Rumo á incerteza, ao infinito
Rumo também á procura do esquecimento
Como um fugitivo procurado, como um bandido.
Desperdicei o amor e destruí
A minha vida
Minha cidade tu me afliges e o meu coração é rasgado
O que eu vou sentir sua falta por lá, no meu exílio.
Eu nunca mais vou voltar, meu Deus, quem pode prever
Será que vou ficar longe de ti, ultrapassando todos os perigos?
Cidade das minhas emoções, minha mãe e amante
Do desespero à esperança de ter forjado os meus dias
Tenho os meus olhos cheios de lágrimas e o coração em aflição
Sabendo que eu vou talvez para sempre.
Vou partir para Lisboa
Sem rumo na distância e á deriva
De porto em porto, da estação em estação
Para apagar os estridentes gritos da minha memória
E tentar um novo começo
Vou partir
Lisboa eu fui
Rumo à incerteza, ao infinito
Rumo também á procura do esquecimento
Como um fugitivo procurado, como um bandido.
Desperdicei o amor e destruí
A minha vida
Eu não ando mais ao longo da Baía
Nos braços do meu amor, feliz e coração batendo
Friamente ao meu lado me deixas doente
Orgulhoso de seu corpo bronzeado e perturbador.
Eu tenho marcado os teus sonhos sem razão ou causa
Ela, desiludida, terminou com os seus dias.
De remorso e arrependimentos eu aprendi uma coisa
É quando o amor nao é mais aquilo que acreditavamos ser.
Vou partir para Lisboa
Sem rumo na distância e á deriva
De porto em porto, da estação em estação
Para apagar os estridentes gritos da minha memória
E tentar um novo começo
Vou partir
Lisboa eu fui
Rumo á incerteza, ao infinito
Rumo também á procura do esquecimento
Como um fugitivo procurado, como um bandido.
Desperdicei o amor e destruí
A minha vida
terça-feira, 15 de maio de 2012
"Pretenders to the Throne" de The Beautiful South (1995)
Is it Cologne with its great cathedral?
Milan with its glamour and its pace?
London with its river and its bridges?
Lisbon with its beauty and its grace?
Funny looking buses
Climb its pot-bellied hills
And a solitary jogger
Times the time he kills
Do you know where I'm gonna go?
None of you have guessed, so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Is it Dublin with its culture and its wit?
Madrid with its market square?
Paris with its bustling cafes?
Hull with its musical flair?
Do you know where I'm gonna go?
None of you have guessed so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain
How can you like this place when it never even rains?
Never even rains
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
quinta-feira, 15 de março de 2012
"Tenuousness" de Andrew Bird (2009)
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and harbor-sorts who hang around in ports a lot
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntax's
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand can't stand to sit
Now who would want to know this
Click
Click
Click
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Pray tell
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
Etiquetas:
E.U.A.,
Letras - Lisboa,
Letras - Porto
domingo, 15 de janeiro de 2012
"El cha ca cha del tren" de Hermanas Fleta

A Lisboa en tren de lujo yo viajaba
y a mi lado muy galante un portugués
al momento un gran amor me declaraba
con mayor velocidad que nos llevaba aquel exprés.
Al compás del cha ca cha, del cha ca cha del tren
que gusto da viajar, cuando se va en exprés
pues parece que el amor con su dulzón vaivén
produce mais calor que el cha ca cha del tren.
Al regreso de la tierra de los fados
muy atento y muy cumplido el revisor
el billete me picó molto obligado
declarando que estaba muertecito por mi amor.
Al compás del cha ca cha, del cha ca cha del tren
que gusto da viajar, cuando se va en exprés
pues parece que el amor con su dulzón vaivén
produce mais calor que el cha ca cha del tren.
Etiquetas:
Espanha,
Letras - Lisboa,
Letras - Portugal
quinta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2011
"Faro de Lisboa" de Revolver e Enrique Bunbury

Yo que recorro los mares y que palmo a palmo el mundo
De un confín a otro confín
Hoy tomo mi último rumbo desde mi cuerpo hasta el tuyo
Desde donde estoy a ti
Tú que recorres lisboa y sus calles y sus fondas
Con hombres de una sola vez
Tú serás mi último puerto para amarrarme a tu alma
Y solo yo vivir en él.
Faro que alumbras al mundo por encima de la tempestad
Devuélveme la esperanza y que brille mi estrella
Pero no en soledad, oye mi voz mi última oportunidad...
Faro que alumbras al mundo alumbra mi vida.
Fotos y cartas marchitas
De cuando planes y sueños aún vivían en su piel
Dos vidas en dos maletas
Entre lisboa y madrid en una estación de tren
Él se durmió para siempre
Con su billete en la mano en un banco del andén
Y ella se apagó de golpe
Como se apaga una vela después del amanecer.
Hoy reposan en silencio uno siempre junto al otro
Aunque en alma y en papel
Por fin se unieron sus vidas volcando las dos maletas
Sobre su mar a la vez
Otra historia como tantas de amor y de mala suerte y de un destino traidor
Pero en el puerto en lisboa cuando la luna te aplasta
Alguien canta esta canción.
sexta-feira, 15 de julho de 2011
"Lisbona" de Mattia Donna (2007)

Viaggiando per Lisbona
con la bocca impiastricciata
molti tagli sulle mani
e ben poco di credibile
non sono sicuro
di come siano andate le cose
ma c’è qualcuno più gentile
sulla riva in un’ultima ora
ma c’è qualcuno più gentile
sulla riva in un’ultima ora
Vivono sulle colline
nelle trincee
parlano con i cani
e sorvegliano il fiume
si lamentano degli angoli
e danno tutto per partire
hanno la meraviglia
intrappolata tra il dolore e le dita
hanno la meraviglia
intrappolata tra il dolore e le dita
Oltrepassando i carri nella piazza
ho avuto come l’impressione
di essere già passato di qui
e tra poco la notte calerà di colpo
e le nostre intenzioni
non basteranno a coprirci
da molti giorni cammino
sul fianco della strada
e seguo la pioggia
che brilla come quarzo
nella luce di un faro
inseguo la pioggia
che brilla come quarzo
sulla coda del faro
Mentre l’inverno s’impone
e sprofonda i suoi fianchi
sui rimasugli di calore
sulla gloria delle parole
e questa notte io vorrei
essere come l’acqua del fiume
che abbandona nel buio la città
e quel che avanza sarà collera
e quel che avanza sarà sdegno
camminando oltre ai fuochi
dove non si va
E lei sorride sempre
quando arriva
e nell’angolo accartoccia
i suoi vestiti
e ti socchiude
ti chiude ancora la bocca
ma il suo dente migliore
sarà dove il pensiero si fa dolce
ma il suo dente migliore
sarà dove il pensiero si fa dolce
Viaggiando per Lisbona
con la bocca impiastricciata
molti tagli sulle mani
e ben poco di credibile
terça-feira, 15 de março de 2011
"Lisbon" dos Angra
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Everynight I say a prayer
Look at me: nobody cares
Just a mirror, passing by...
Looked inside:
I've lost my pride!
Stay with me not for so long
It's alright: no needs, no hope
Such a miracle,
looking back...
Times gone by,
and life wasn't bad...!
Lord, light my way
Fill these withered,
careless hands...
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skied are falling down
See, the birds are back...
At the docks and everywhere
Here in Lisbon, realized
This whole world
so strange and divine
Lord, light my way
Fill these withered,
careless hands...
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skied are falling down
sábado, 15 de janeiro de 2011
"Lissabon" de Lenny Kuhr (1981)

's avonds laat
over straat
in een grote stad, wat is dat vreemd
als je de taal niet kent
je verstaat
van 't gepraat
niks...je voelt je helemaal ontheemd
als je d'r niemand kent
stromen mensen zijn volkomen kind aan huis
gaan arm in arm, samen uit en samen thuis
in het etalagelicht
zie ik mijn eigen gezicht
niemand weet
hoe ik heet
niemand roept er verrast mijn naam
iedereen gaat voorbij
niemand wenkt
niemand schenkt
aandacht...niemand zwaait er bij het raam
iedereen laat me vrij
heel tevreden loop ik terug naar mijn hotel
want voor een keer, ik geef het toe,'t bevalt me wel
ja portier,ook goedenacht
wekken om kwart over acht
ja mijn bed is leeg maar zacht
dat wordt een vredige nacht
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