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Rolling In The Deep. Interpreta: Adele

There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, It’s bringing me out the dark Finally I can see your crystal clear Go head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I leave with every piece of you Don’t underestimate the things that I will do There’s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, And it’s bring me out the dark The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love they leave me breathless I can’t help feeling We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart and soul And you played it To the beat Baby I have no story to be told But I’ve heard one of you And I’m gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Making a home down there It Reminds you of the home we shared The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love they leave me breathless I can’t help feeling We could have had it all Rollin

Luis Benitez. Al Castellano.

I. En esta lengua que hablo, en estas frases de un eco cuántas voces viven, cuánto eres la inmortalidad, lengua de plurales que siendo una, eres metáfora de aquello que siendo uno es lo diverso. El todo te contiene y tú contienes esa palabra: Universo. Porque de qué otro modo podrían vivir en estos verbos, en estas sonoridades, en estos silencios y alturas, tantas sombras que fueron y tantas que serán mañana: de las que serán ya están las palabras en las bocas y estuvieron en la luna sangrienta de Quevedo, en la mañana en que Díaz de Vivar tomó una ciudad ya muerto, en la impávida marinería que otra mañana, de octubre, vio una costa (sueño dentro de un sueño), y estaba hecha de dolor, de hambre y de coraje. Oh lengua donde cabalgan hombres y donde tantas lenguas han desembocado, ancho río de España que ha salido al mar, es cierto que no conservaste para nosotros la gracia leve de las declinaciones, pero del sólido latín vienen tus huesos, la carne somos hoy los que te hablamos (el cent

Bed of Roses. Interpreta: Jon Bon Jovi

Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning i don't know 'cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares I think she's still in my bed As i dream about movies They won't make of me when i'm dead With an ironclad fist i wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps Its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that i long to believe About love and the truth and What you mean to me And the truth is baby you're all that i need I want to lay you on a bed of roses For tonight i sleep on a bed on nails I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses Well i'm so far away That each step that i take is on my way home A king's ransom in dimes i'd given each night Just to see through this payphone Still i run out of time Or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire flies me back t

Possibility. Lykke Li. Soundtrack: Twilight

There’s a Possibility, There’s a Possibility, All that I had was all I’m gonna get.... There’s a Possibility, There’s a Possibility, All I’m gonna get is gonna be yours then All I’m gonna get is gonna be yours then. So tell me when you hear my heart stop, you’re the only one that knows! Tell me when you hear my sobbing, there’s a possibility I wouldn’t known..... Know that when you leave, Know that when you leave, Don’t worry about me, I follow where you lead. Don’t worry about me, I follow where you lead. So tell me when you hear my heart stop, you’re the only one that knows! Tell me when you hear my sobbing, there’s a possibility I wouldn’t know. So tell me when my crying’s over, you’re the reason that I’m crying. Tell me when you hear me falling, there’s a possibility it wouldn’t show. Don’t worry about me, I follow where you lead. Don’t worry about me, I follow where you lead.