DOS MAS TRADUCIDAS:CAOS EN CHINATOWN Y LAS VI A TRAVES DE LA VENTANILLA DEL TAXI

3/04/11 BEDLAM IN CHINATOWN A.BARO

If you want to believe it or not
we come running to Chinatown
we're searching for some questions
we've arrived between smells and suggestion

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voices and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

Slanted eyes and smiling faces
everybody's taking photos any places
lazy afternoon , if this is your wish
I prefer running for Gerrard Street

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

I like dragons like those are behind me
Magical Door is opened for free
chinese lions look at me fiercely
but I know they're winking at me

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown


CAOS EN CHINATOWN

Si quieres creerlo o no
vamos corriendo a Chinatown
buscamos algunas cuestiones
llegamos entre olores y sugestiones

Rojo es el color de Chinatown
voces y caos en Chinatown
queremos comer, olemos todo alrededor
carreras y caos en Chinatown

Ojos rasgados y rostros sonrisas
todo el mundo toma fotos de cada lugar
atardecer perezoso si es tu deseo
yo prefiero correr por Gerrard Street

Rojo es el color de Chinatown
voces y caos en Chinatown
queremos comer, olemos todo alrededor
carreras y caos en Chinatown

Me gustan los dragones como los que están detrás de mí
La Puerta Mágica está abierta gratis
leones chinos me miran fieramente
pero sé que me están guiñando

Rojo es el color de Chinatown
voces y caos en Chinatown
queremos comer, olemos todo alrededor
carreras y caos en Chinatown


26/04/11 I SAW THEM THROUGH A TAXI CAB WINDOW A.BARO

I saw them through a taxi cab window
One looks at the cigarette burning between her fingers
The other tries to get her out of her mistake, perhaps

I saw them through a taxi cab window
Maybe a tear rolls down her white face
Maybe the silence is better cure than words
And I am a strange witness
Saw them through the glass of the taxi cab.

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

Music

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

I saw them through taxi cab window

LAS VI A TRAVÉS DE LA VENTANA DEL TAXI

Las vi a través de la ventana del taxi
una observa el cigarrillo que arde entre sus dedos
la otra trata de sacarla de su error, tal vez.

Las vi a través de la ventana del taxi
Tal vez una lágrima rueda sobre su blanca mejilla
tal vez el silencio sea mejor cura que las palabras
y yo soy un extraño testigo
que las ve a través de la ventana del taxi

Ha sido un día duro de trabajo
pero tenemos tiempo para tomarnos un respiro
deseas que el tiempo se detenga y entonces
tu podrás sonreír por el resto.

Las vi a través de la ventana del taxi
y en un minuto el tiempo nos mueve
direcciones diferentes, estaciones opuestas
espero que ellas ganen el juego
y podamos sonreírnos a través de la ventana del taxi.

Música

Ha sido un día duro de trabajo
pero tenemos tiempo para tomarnos un respiro
deseas que el tiempo se detenga y entonces
tu podrás sonreír por el resto.

Las vi a través de la ventana del taxi
y en un minuto el tiempo nos mueve
direcciones diferentes, estaciones opuestas
espero que ellas ganen el juego
y podamos sonreírnos a través de la ventana del taxi.

Las vi a través de la ventana del taxi

TRADUCIENDO QUE ES GERUNDIO

Algunos amigos blogueros me han pedido que les traduzca los textos de mis canciones sobre Londres...En principio este iba a ser un blog solo de textos en ingles...pero nada es inflexible ( y si lo es mal andamos)...así que gracias por vuestro interés y aquí están las dos primeras canciones traducidas...Poco a poco pondré las demás...Las letras primero en ingles y luego la traducción...

16/04/11 ARRIVING TO LONDON TOWN A.BARO

I don't believe it, I can't believe it
now I'm landing to U.K.
So people can think...and what's my friend?
Thirty three years are looking for me, babe

I can't explain it, I don't know to express it
thousand thinkings and ideas are
running through my poor head
Thirty three years are looking at me, man

I'm smiling, no, I'm laughing
and I can't stop to dance
I'm arriving to the Roman and
the middle of Saxon Heart
Now I'm arriving to London Town.

I can see it but I can't believe it
my eyes are opened , my mind is closed
it's finishing a part of my life
thirty three years are looking at me, oh my

Music

I'm smiling, no, I'm laughing
and I can't stop to dance
I'm arriving to the Roman and
the middle of Saxon Heart
Now I'm arriving to London Town.

I don't believe it, I can't believe it
now I'm landing to U.K.
So people can think...and what's my friend?
Thirty three years are looking for me, babe

I can't explain it, I don't know to express it
thousand thinkings and ideas are
running through my poor head
Thirty three years are looking at me, man

'm smiling, no, I'm laughing
and I can't stop to dance
I'm arriving to the Roman and
the middle of Saxon Heart
Now I'm arriving to London Town.



LLEGANDO A LA CIUDAD DE LONDRES


No me lo creo, no puedo creerlo
Estoy aterrizando en el Reino Unido
La gente puede pensar...¿Y qué?
33 años me observan, nena

No puedo explicarlo, no sé como expresarlo
Mil pensamientos e ideas
atraviesan corriendo mi pobre cabeza
33 años me observan,hombre.

Estoy sonriendo, no...estoy riendo
No me lo creo, no puedo creerlo
y no puedo parar de bailar
Estoy llegando al centro del corazón
romano y sajón
Ahora estoy llegando a la ciudad de Londres.

Puedo verlo pero no puedo creerlo
mis ojos está abierto pero mi mente cerrada
está concluyendo una parte de mi vida
Dios mio, 33 años me observan

Música

Estoy sonriendo, no...estoy riendo
y no puedo parar de bailar
Estoy llegando al centro del corazón
romano y sajón
Ahora estoy llegando a la ciudad de Londres.

No me lo creo, no puedo creerlo
Estoy aterrizando en el Reino Unido
La gente puede pensar...¿Y qué?
33 años me observan, nena

No puedo explicarlo, no sé como expresarlo
Mil pensamientos e ideas
atraviesan corriendo mi pobre cabeza
33 años me observan,hombre.

Estoy sonriendo, no...estoy riendo
No me lo creo, no puedo creerlo
y no puedo parar de bailar
Estoy llegando al centro del corazón
romano y sajón
Ahora estoy llegando a la ciudad de Londres.


6/04/11 (Fasten Seat Belt) MY LIFE VEST IS YOU A.BARO

Fasten seat belt, under your seat, it's your life vest
I hope you're happy, welcome aboard
there are four exit A-doors
and in the middle the exit B – Overwings
emergency landing's painted in front of me.

But I'm not afraid, I'm not scared
and two seats on the right
she's talking about “Time's Out”
he tries to speak and understand
and in first place a babe doesn't stop to cry

I look from the windows
and I can see “English Prairies and Forest”
seat belt stops me, my life vest is you
we together in the same way

And in the cloudy sky opened seat belt
I look at you, you're my sweet parachute
my heart is glad
there's no way out and I don't want it
I want to jump and I know I'll get it

Music

I look from the windows
and I can see “English Prairies and Forest”
seat belt stops me, my life vest is you
we together in the same way

(Asegúrense sus cinturones) Mi salvavidas eres tu A.BARO

Asegúrense los cinturones, bajo su asiento, esta su salvavidas
Espero sean felices, bienvenidos a bordo
Hay cuatro puertas de salida A
Y en el centro del avión las salidas B, sobre las alas
las instrucciones de aterrizaje de emergencia delante de mí.

Pero no estoy preocupado, no estoy asustado
y dos asientos a la derecha
ella habla de “Time's Out”(Revista de Turismo)
el trata de hablar y comprender
y en los primeros asientos un bebé no deja de llorar.

Miro por la ventanilla
y puedo contemplar las pradera y bosques ingleses
el cinturón de seguridad me detiene, mi salvavidas eres tú
siempre juntos del mismo modo.

Y en el cielo nublado abro mi cinturón
te miro, tu eres mi dulce paracaídas
mi corazón está alegre
no hay salida, ni la quiero
Quiero saltar y se que lo conseguiré.

Musica

Miro por la ventanilla
y puedo contemplar las pradera y bosques ingleses
el cinturón de seguridad me detiene, mi salvavidas eres tú
siempre juntos del mismo modo.

Las canciones como siempre en soundclick

SONGS OF LONDON XI

08/05/11 TOWER BRIDGE A.BARO

There’s a bridge that joins your heart to mine
And it’s so since I was a child
It’s more than a bridge; it’s like a magical line
It’s a symbol that never gets out of my eyes.

There was a dream painted in the sky of my soul
And the spirit that pushes it always had its form
Those twin towers over Thames are the “luck”
Like Paul said in his song.

Tower Bridge, you’re my love song
You’ve been awaited for long, you are my fresh breeze
Tower Bridge, you took my heart to the top
In a continuous musical float,
You are my Tower, you are my bridge.

On the cover of a disc, with clear skies or gray
Your magic called me, like Merlin calls Stonehenge
The music is sounding like it was laid
And I climb up to my dreams till the end.

Music

Tower Bridge, you’re my love song
You’ve been awaited for long, you are my fresh breeze
Tower Bridge, you took my heart to the top
In a continuous musical float,
You are my Tower, you are my bridge.

SONGS OF LONDON (X)

28/05/11 I SUPPOSE I MUST BE A LONDONER A.BARO

Although I was not born on the banks of the Thames
Nor played in a suburb on the outskirts
But rather in the light coast of southern Spain
I can feel your soft wet mist in my mind and my head

Although I was not a child running through Hyde park
Neither grew up watching absorbed the walls of the Tower
I did rather whispering tunes next to pier between barks
I can feel the song of the clock between hours

I suppose I must be, it may be and so I feel
An archaic breath floating over the city
I suppose I should be and so may be I feel
A Londoner, because this is my spirit

Maybe someone does not believe in that mystical energy
That travels through the bodies and souls, time and space
But I know I am, I was, I will be
Among the lights and shadows of this wonderful place

Chorus

I suppose I must be a Londoner

28/05/11 I’LL GO BACK A.BARO

Sure I’ll go back, Sure I’ll go back, Sure I’ll go back
To step on your streets
To breathe your fresh breeze
To feel your sound and your music
To see all your beauty things
Sure I´ll go back

C.D.-sONGS IN SOUNDCLICK PLAYER

SONGS OF LONDON (IX)

16/05/11 ANCIENT LIFE IS RISING A.BARO

From Ancient Mesopotamia
Where the culture emerged between two rivers
To the modern world arrives neurasthenia
And about knowledge, there are only slivers.

From that land arising Babylonians and Sumerians
Assyrians of bravery recognized
From its fertile valleys, of the agrarians
The most marvellous paradise.

Sennacherib and his “Palace without rival”
Asurnasirpal of Assyria, king who built Nimrud
Ziggurats and astronomers of Babylon
And the Royal Tombs of Ur.

The ancient life is rising through the ages
The ancient life is rising through the new age.

Empire of Egypt with all its dynasties
Ozymandias, also known as Ramses
Extracted from the sands, king of kings
The blood of gods running through your veins.

Your footprint, from the Old Kingdom
Until the Ptolemaic opens the earth in two
By the Nile, generous with his children
Remains of the pyramids of Giza and breakthrough.

The Rosetta Stone teach us all your secrets
Granite sarcophagus and Egyptian mummies
Nebamon hunting in the marshes
Magic and rituals not for dummies

The ancient life is rising through the ages
The ancient life is rising through the new age


19/05/11 SOUVENIRS A.BARO

What would you take a souvenir of the city
If you can’t the air from the Thames?
Would you take the sunset, so pretty
Or the blades of grass in parks, then?
What would you take if you have no money
To buy all the wonderful feelings you get?
What would you take a souvenir of the city?
I’ll take everything that I felt.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.

Any object will awaken your longing season
It can be an old train ticket or a postcard
Those little things that get caught in treason
That arise in your mind from the backyard
Sweet or melancholic songs in you head
What will you feel if you are out of guard?
Any object will awaken your longing season
And you’ll come back in the time.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.

Music

What would you take if you have no money
To buy all the wonderful feelings you get?
What would you take a souvenir of the city?
I’ll take everything that I felt.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.

SONGS OF LONDON(VIII)

Two songs I wrote in London....

13/05/11 I KNOW THAT PETER PAN LIVES IN KENSINGTON GARDENS A.BARO

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
A robin whispered the other day in my ears
No, not the statue that is next to Long Water
It’s just that I’m sure it’s so, yes indeed.

A rabbit told a squirrel, which was passing by there
While nibbling dandelions, saw something very strange
A flying shadow was coming out from his lair.

The oak spread its branches trying to hide from the sight
The owl hooted while “that” crossed the sky through the night
Jasmine brought forth its fragrance to complete the whole rite.

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
I’ve seen tiny footprints on the grass near the lake
There were not any sort of marks, they were like a warning
I know ‘cos I noticed fairy dust on the air.

If you look very attentively you could see in the Serpentine
The figure of a crocodile searching for another hand
And a couple of Indians watching over from their land

Some little mermaids singing and having fun near the bank
And several fierce pirates on a boat, not good guys
While Captain James Hook pulls his sword to attack.

Music

And elm has told the yew and this to the hedgehog
Wendy Darling returns to be the mother of the Lost Boys
Then it resumes the magic flute and its beautiful song.

He tells me if you can see with the eyes of the heart
It will be as if you come back to be a child
Then you will see at last Tinkerbell and Peter Pan.

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
That spring beyond time, James Barrie told in my ears
George Frampton placed a dream on the grass and that morning
All the boys, who we are, we come back to believe.
I was in Kensington and I know that Peter Pan lives.

15/05/11 THE WALTZ OF THE DINOSAURS A.BARO

Sliding us the mechanic staircase
Through the ages of the Earth and around
Volcanic elements from the beginning to the end
Gods of the antiquity, they observe us to come.

Earthquake and destruction every where
We follow the natural way of life
It begins to sprout the primordial soup
The shaking comes from below and we are out of time.

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

Tyrannosaurus tries to catch Gallimimus
Camarasaurus still doesn’t know where he is
Pachycephalosurus wants to continue being a dreamer
Hypsilophodon smiles with its protruding teeth.

Music

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

The ancient sequoia still wonders why
As the timeline gets fuzzy as fog
Archaeopterix seduces with its flight
And Charles Darwin knows that will not be anymore.

Baryonyx doesn’t find its fishes, no one
Iguanodon takes a few steps arching its claw
Triceratops kicks the ground as if were a bison
And Diplodocus takes over the Central Hall.

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

Songs in my soundclick player

SONGS OF LONDON VII

This is my point of view about sensational CAMDEN TOWN.....

09/05/11 LIVING THE RHYTHM IN CAMDEN TOWN A.BARO

I left the subway station in Camden Town

A sunny day through my face

I know it’s not a resting place

I heard behind, the sound

Of an old saxophone

And start to feel the rhythm of Camden.

I walk down the street and people go (come and go)

A guy with a punk hairdo

He wants me to get a tattoo

And I say “Next time, my friend

My skin is only lent”

And start to feel the life of Camden.

I see multi-coloured belts

And Star Wars funny shirts

Hundreds of music albums, just two pounds

Bobbies and beefeaters thumbnails

Old books call me to purchase

That’s and more and more in Camden Town

I stop and drink a cold beer, very cold

Vegetable stands, they hope

To have everything sold

By the end of the day

I look sideways without shame

I like to look the vendors of Camden

Music

After touring charming shops

Of fantastic Camden Lock

I’m going to Camden Village for rest

I doubt between foreign dishes

To meet my best wishes

Looking the Regent’s Canal in Camden Town

I left the subway station in Camden Town

A sunny day through my face

I know it’s not a resting place

I heard behind, the sound

Of an old saxophone

And start to feel the rhythm of Camden.

Start to feel the rhythm of Camden

I like living the rhythm of Camden Town.

c.d-You can hear it in my soundclick plawer ...up.