Text ... Romantic bachata, catchy & confident. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, ...Romantic bachata, catchy & confident. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, male choir, piano, Cuban tres, Spanish guitar, Latin percussion. Suggested for telenovelas.
Hoy que estas aquí, no siento frío Y me calienta tu voz, tu dulce voz Hoy quiero cantarte al oído Y demostrarte mi amor, oh mi amor
Fría como el mar Muy difícil de llevar Inevitable como el sol al despertar Me encanta su caminar Y su forma de bailar Afrodita su belleza a envidiar
Ohhh Son tus ojos, tu mirada Y tu voz en las mañanas Prisionero de tu amor Ya no puedo negarlo Y mi corazón se enamoró Tu mano y mi mano se juntaron Eclipsando hasta el sol (hasta el sol) La luna fue testigo aquella noche Nuestro amor floreció (floreció)
Una fuerte tempestad Imposible de evitar Impactante su manera de besar Me encanta verla soñar Y su forma de brillar Ya no hay duda que contigo quiero estar
Ohhh Son tus ojos, tu mirada Y tu voz en las mañanas Prisionero de tu amor Ya no puedo negarlo Y mi corazón se enamoró
Y no hay nadie como tú No habrá Todo mi amor Tú lo tendrás
Ohhh Son tus ojos, tu mirada Y tu voz en las mañanas Prisionero de tu amor Ya no puedo negarlo Y mi corazón se enamoró
Soulful & meditative but driving & determined. Epic & heroic build up ...Soulful & meditative but driving & determined. Epic & heroic build up with choir @ 0'51 in a spirit of conquest & forceful climax.
Alternate without percussion. Soulful & meditative first part. Epic & ...Alternate without percussion. Soulful & meditative first part. Epic & heroic build up @ 0'51 in a spirit of conquest & forceful climax.
Alternate without choir. Soulful & meditative but driving & ...Alternate without choir. Soulful & meditative but driving & determined. Epic & heroic build up @ 0'51 in a spirit of conquest & forceful climax.
Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. ...Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Brass section, keyboard & latin percussion with congas & bongo. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, ...Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Congas, keyboard & latin percussion. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Upbeat, positive & warm. In the style of 70's Highlife & Afrobeat. ...Upbeat, positive & warm. In the style of 70's Highlife & Afrobeat. Brass, guitar, electric organ & rhythmic.
Stiff & driving guitar riff with drumsticks. Power rock with massive ...Stiff & driving guitar riff with drumsticks. Power rock with massive hard hitting cinematic percussion. Anticipating then propulsive action. Hybrid rock trailer. Suggested for team sports & action.
Alternate without percussion. Solid & driving guitar riff. Power rock ...Alternate without percussion. Solid & driving guitar riff. Power rock with electronics fx. Anticipating then propulsive action. Hybrid rock trailer.
Hip-Hop bed / Hip-Hop loop / beatmaking with a Brazilian feel. ...Hip-Hop bed / Hip-Hop loop / beatmaking with a Brazilian feel. Percussive, danceable & exotic. Suggested for travels & street culture. Electric guitar, synth & rhythm.
Text ... Traditional Afrocaribbean roots folk, sung in Spanish. Joyful & ...Traditional Afrocaribbean roots folk, sung in Spanish. Joyful & danceable. Female singer, Afrocaribbean percussion & male choir.
Pindero, pindero, tú mamá te parió encuero sin camisa y sin sombrero... cuando la partera vino ya tu coleaba, pinderó ya tu coleabas , pinderooooPindero, pindero, tú mamá te parió encuero sin camisa y sin fajero detrás del gallinero y toca el tambó! Tamborero y toca el tambó! Tamborero y toca el tambó! Tamborero La sapa se fue a mete’ debajo e la tomatera y el sapo le decía y pujá pujá! puñetera ay! pujá pujá! puñetera Rá rá rá que la mochila está esfondá!-Ra, rá, rá que la mochila ejta esfondáCon que la remendaremos ay que con majagua! - ColoráAy que con majagua! - ColoráAy que con majagua! - Colorá Pindero, pindero tu mamá te parió encuero sin camisa y sin sombreroDetrás del gallinero Ay toca el tambó! -TamboreroAy! toca el tambó! -TamboreroAy toca el tambó! -Tamborero. La sapa se fue a mete’ debajo e la tomatera y el sapo le decíaay! pujá pujá! puñeteraay! pujá pujá! puñetera Y el Florón está es tu mano y en tu mano está el FlorónEl florón está en tu mano y en tu mano está el florón, la patilla de sereno prima hermana del melónLa patilla de sereno prima hermana del melón -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó Y El florón está en tu casa y en tu casa está el florón,El florón está en tu casa y en tu casa está el florón, la patilla de sereno prima hermana del melónLa patilla de sereno prima hermana del melón -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó Por aquí pasó, por aquí pasó y ese ehy ese eh, suena el tambó carajoooo -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó Y el Florón esta es tu mano y en tu mano está el Florón,El florón está en tu mano y en tu mano está el florón, la patilla de sereno prima hermana del melónLa patilla de sereno prima hermana del melón. -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó Tú , cagalita e chivoTú Cagalita e puerco,tú que la tienes dámela acá dámela acáTú Cagalita e vacaTú Cagalita e chivoTú que la tienes dámela acá dámela acáTú cagalita e burroTú Cagalita e gatoTú que la tienes dámela acá, dámela acáTú cagalita e vaca,tú Cagalita e muloTú que la tienes dámela acá , dámela acáaaa Aaaaayyyy - por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó -Por aquí pasó pasó pasóPor aquí pasó pasó pasó Y se acabó!
Text ... Napolitan Song. 1919. Sung in Italian. Nostalgic & sentimental. Male ...Napolitan Song. 1919. Sung in Italian. Nostalgic & sentimental. Male voice, acoustic guitar, mandolins & double-bass.
Italiano: Sul mare luccica l’astro d’argento. Placida è l’onda, prospero è il vento. Sul mare luccica l’astro d’argento. Placida è l’onda, prospero è il vento. Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Con questo zeffiro, così soave, Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave! Con questo zeffiro, così soave, Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave! Su passeggeri, venite via! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Su passeggeri, venite via! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
In fra le tende, bandir la cena In una sera così serena, In fra le tende, bandir la cena In una sera così serena, Chi non dimanda, chi non desia. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Chi non dimanda, chi non desia. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Mare sì placida, vento sì caro, Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro, Mare sì placido, vento sì caro, Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro, E va gridando con allegria, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! E va gridando con allegria, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
O dolce Napoli, o suol beato, Ove sorridere volle il creato, O dolce Napoli, o suol beato, Ove sorridere volle il creato, Tu sei l'impero dell’armonia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Tu sei l'impero dell’armonia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Or che tardate? Bella è la sera. Spira un’auretta fresca e leggera. Or che tardate? Bella è la sera. Spira un’auretta fresca e leggera. Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa —Lucia! Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Français: Sur l’onde claire, charmant mystère La lune éclaire et c’est la nuit Voici la brise, douceur exquise Ma voile grise au loin s’enfuit Venez fidèle, dans ma nacelle Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Adieu beau rêve, le vent s’élève Loin de la grève ma barque fuit Dans mon village, le cher rivage Dans un nuage est englouti Ô ma patronne, pour moi sois bonne Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Soudain sur terre, un phare éclaire Ah! C’est ma mère qui me conduit Allons, courage! Plus de naufrage Bravons l’orage! L’espoir revit Guidez ma voile vers cette étoile Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
English: On the sea glitters the silver star Gentle the waves, favorable the winds. On the sea glitters the silver star Gentle the waves, favorable the winds. Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
With this breeze, so gentle, Oh, how beautiful to be on the ship! With this breeze, so gentle, Oh, how beautiful to be on the ship! Come aboard passengers, come on! Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come aboard passengers, come on! Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Inside the tents, putting aside supper On such a quiet evening, Inside the tents, putting aside supper On such a quiet evening, Who wouldn't demand, who wouldn't desire? Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Who wouldn't demand, who wouldn't desire? Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Sea so calm, the wind so dear, Forget what makes trouble for the sailor, Sea so calm, the wind so dear, Forget what makes trouble for the sailor, And go shout with merriment, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! And go shout with merriment, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
O sweet Naples, O blessed soil, Where to smile desired its creation, O sweet Naples, upon blessed soil, Where to smile desired its creation, You are the kingdom of harmony, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! You are the kingdom of harmony, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Now to linger? The evening is beautiful. A little breeze blows fresh and light. Now to linger? The evening is beautiful. A little breeze blows fresh and light. Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Text ... Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
