स्मोके गेट इन यौर एएस थे platters

The Platters Smoke get in your eyes ( hay humo en tus ojos)

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen.

These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever.

Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's take off everything,
That pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please.

From Yesterday lyrics

He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the world

For a fortune he'd quit
But it's hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here

On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit
through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn
From council of one
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent

On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here

On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday,
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here

म सिम्प्लेमेंते María

परफ्यूम दे Carnaval

PERFUME DE CARNAVAL
Peteco Carabajal

http://www.gcc.org.ar/htm/edito/popu/le-mix/cur_per.htm

Me voy solo con mi suerte,
la llevaré en mi recuerdo.
Bajo un añoso algarrobo
cortaba el aire un pañuelo,
bailando una vieja zamba
yo le entregaba mis sueños.

El sol quemaba en la tarde
siluetas que parecían
fantasmas amarillentos
llenos de tierra y de vida,
y yo, rendido a tus ojos,
sintiendo que me querías.

¡Ay, perfume de carnaval,
ya nunca la’hey de olvidar!
Su piel llevaba el aroma
de flor y tierra mojada,
bellos recuerdos que siempre
los guardo dentro del alma.

¡Ay, tiempos, dónde han quedado,
dónde he perdido mis sueños!
Quién sabe si ella se acuerda
de un viejo mes de febrero,
y de aquel baile en el campo
y de mi amor verdadero.

No quise decirle nada,
la amé en silencio esa tarde,
y sobre sus trenzas negras
dejé mis coplas sentidas.
Me fui llevando sus ojos
un miércoles de ceniza.