Normales ( . )( . )
miércoles, 19 de octubre de 2011
domingo, 31 de julio de 2011
Arriba y abajo
Hoy es mi cumpleaños. Y como las cosas últimamente no han estado muy bien no andaba de humor.
Estacionado enfrente de una Santa Clara, oyendo la radio del coche apareció la canción de UP & DOWN, del grupo de eurobeat holandés: VENGABOYS.
Me cambió mi día.
Me acordé como disfrutaba esta canción. Tanto que compré el sencillo con todas sus versiones.
Fué un himno durante una etapa de mi vida.
Saludos.
Ivo.
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UP & DOWN
VENGABOYS
1998 - HOLANDA
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Estacionado enfrente de una Santa Clara, oyendo la radio del coche apareció la canción de UP & DOWN, del grupo de eurobeat holandés: VENGABOYS.
Me cambió mi día.
Me acordé como disfrutaba esta canción. Tanto que compré el sencillo con todas sus versiones.
Fué un himno durante una etapa de mi vida.
Saludos.
Ivo.
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UP & DOWN
VENGABOYS
1998 - HOLANDA
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viernes, 3 de junio de 2011
Bye Bye
Aunque muchas veces no prestes atención a la letra de una canción, ya que primero es la música que te mueve, se siente que su significado va mucho mas allá.
Esto me pasaba con esta canción.
La música y la entonación me encantan, pero no sabía en realidad que mensaje transmitía.
Pero ahora que descubrí este video y pude leer la letra, esta canción me gusta mas.
Realmente es un hermoso poema.
Saludos.
Ivo C.
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Página oficial de Don McLean
Mas información acerca de la canción.
Video en vivo de la canción con Don McLean
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Esto me pasaba con esta canción.
La música y la entonación me encantan, pero no sabía en realidad que mensaje transmitía.
Pero ahora que descubrí este video y pude leer la letra, esta canción me gusta mas.
Realmente es un hermoso poema.
Saludos.
Ivo C.
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Canción: American Pie
Autor: Don McLean
(1971-USA)
(Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.")
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
Autor: Don McLean
(1971-USA)
(Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.")
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
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Página oficial de Don McLean
Mas información acerca de la canción.
Video en vivo de la canción con Don McLean
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lunes, 16 de mayo de 2011
Ella dice adiós
Mi grupo favorito brasileño son OS PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO, los cuales son en realidad poco conocidos en México. Son tan buenos que durante su larga vida musical han compartido canciones y escenario con Charly García, Fito Paez y en su momento Soda Stereo.
Aquí dejo una muestra de su álbum Hey Na Na.
Este video es una delicia el verlo por el formato de su producción.
Saludos.
Ivo C.
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Aquí dejo una muestra de su álbum Hey Na Na.
Este video es una delicia el verlo por el formato de su producción.
Saludos.
Ivo C.
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Grupo: OS PARALAMAS DO SUCESSO
Canción: Ela disse Adeus
Álbum: Hey Na Na
(1998 - Brasil)
Canción: Ela disse Adeus
Álbum: Hey Na Na
(1998 - Brasil)
[Coro]
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus, e chorou,
já sem nenhum sinal de amor.
Ela se vestiu, e se olhou;
sem luxo, mas se perfumou.
Lágrimas por ninguém,
só porque, é triste o fim.
Outro amor se acabou.
Ele quis lhe pedir pra ficar;
de nada ia adiantar.
Quis lhe prometer melhorar,
e quem iria acreditar?
Ela não precisa mais de você,
sempre o último a saber.
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Disse adeus, e chorou,
Já sem nenhum sinal de amor
Ela se vestiu e se olhou
Sem luxo mas se perfumou.
Lágrimas por ninguém
Só porque é triste o fim!Outro amor se acabou...
Ele quis lhe pedir pra ficar;
de nada ia adiantar.
Quis lhe prometer melhorar,
e quem iria acreditar?
Ela não precisa mais de você,
sempre o último a saber.
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
Ela disse adeus.
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
(Now the deed is done)
(As you blink she is gone)
(Let her get on with life)
(Let her have some fun)
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jueves, 5 de mayo de 2011
Me llaman ...
Se que tengo un poco olvidado este lado del cibermundo.
Marzo y abril pasaron sin gloria por aquí.
Razones varias, pero aún sigo presente.
Para no perder la costumbre, aquí dejo una canción de este grupo inglés que ya tiene rato en el cuadrante pero que realmente apenas descubrí.
Saludos.
Ivo Cizaña
PD. Dedicada a Nina "Lead Gray Fur" Klein (Pensaré que canta esta canción cuando maulla)
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Marzo y abril pasaron sin gloria por aquí.
Razones varias, pero aún sigo presente.
Para no perder la costumbre, aquí dejo una canción de este grupo inglés que ya tiene rato en el cuadrante pero que realmente apenas descubrí.
Saludos.
Ivo Cizaña
PD. Dedicada a Nina "Lead Gray Fur" Klein (Pensaré que canta esta canción cuando maulla)
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Grupo: The Ting Tings
Canción: That's Not My Name
Álbum: We Started Nothing
(2007- Inglaterra)
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue
I Keep stalling, keeping it together
People around I gotto find something to say
Holding back everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me
I never say anything at all
So with nothing to consider they forget my name
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name...
They call me quiet
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name...
I miss the catch when they throw me the ball
I'm the last drip standing up against the wall
Keep falling, these heels that keep me boring
Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence
So alone all the time and I lock myself away
Listen to me
Thought I'm dressed up out ‘n all
With everything considered they forget my name
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name...
They call me quiet
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name...
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird...?
Canción: That's Not My Name
Álbum: We Started Nothing
(2007- Inglaterra)
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue
I Keep stalling, keeping it together
People around I gotto find something to say
Holding back everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me
I never say anything at all
So with nothing to consider they forget my name
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name...
They call me quiet
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name...
I miss the catch when they throw me the ball
I'm the last drip standing up against the wall
Keep falling, these heels that keep me boring
Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence
So alone all the time and I lock myself away
Listen to me
Thought I'm dressed up out ‘n all
With everything considered they forget my name
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name...
They call me quiet
But I'm a riot
Mary-Jo-Lisa
Always the same
That's not my name...
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird...?
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lunes, 21 de febrero de 2011
Presunto Culpable
No dejen de ver este documental.
Veanlo y pasen la voz.
Ivo Cizaña
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Entren a la página: http://www.presuntoculpable.org/
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Veanlo y pasen la voz.
Ivo Cizaña
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Entren a la página: http://www.presuntoculpable.org/
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sábado, 12 de febrero de 2011
Y lo siento no he cambiado ...
Tengo varios días tratando de poner esta canción en el blog.
Ahora que el iPhone me permite tener la música que me gusta al alcance, esta canción de Carlos Berlanga la incluí.
Él junto con Olvido Gara e Ignacio Canut formaron Alaska y Dinarama en los 80's
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Ahora que el iPhone me permite tener la música que me gusta al alcance, esta canción de Carlos Berlanga la incluí.
Él junto con Olvido Gara e Ignacio Canut formaron Alaska y Dinarama en los 80's
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Canción original del Álbum "Impermeable"
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Canción: Vacaciones
Autor de la letra - Carlos G. Berlanga / I.Canut
Autor de la música - Carlos G. Berlanga
Álbum: Impermeable
(2001 - España)
Tuve una vez el deseo de ser una perversión,
imaginé otra identidad, que yo no era yo.
Y lo siento no he cambiado, y lo siento de verdad,
tantas veces imitando a los demás.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán.
Puedes pensar que lo que te digo no es la realidad,
y nuestros mundos cada día se alejan un poco más.
Y lo siento no he cambiado, y lo siento de verdad,
tantas veces imitando a los demás.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán ...
Autor de la letra - Carlos G. Berlanga / I.Canut
Autor de la música - Carlos G. Berlanga
Álbum: Impermeable
(2001 - España)
Tuve una vez el deseo de ser una perversión,
imaginé otra identidad, que yo no era yo.
Y lo siento no he cambiado, y lo siento de verdad,
tantas veces imitando a los demás.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán.
Puedes pensar que lo que te digo no es la realidad,
y nuestros mundos cada día se alejan un poco más.
Y lo siento no he cambiado, y lo siento de verdad,
tantas veces imitando a los demás.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán.
Amor de látex, caucho y goma,
vacaciones en Sodoma.
¿Qué prefieres mantequilla o Tulipán?
Amor de risa, amor de broma,
sexo muerto, sexo en coma,
gaseosa, soda, popper o champán ...
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Video-tributo a Carlos Berlanga por parte de La Casa Azul en la recopilación "Viaje satélite alrededor de Carlos Berlanga" en el 2010.
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lunes, 10 de enero de 2011
En el reino del revés
Antes que conociera las canciones de Cri-Crí, conocí las de María Elena Walsh debido a que nos regalaron un disco maravilloso de ella cuando niños, "Canciones para Mirar", por parte de nuestros tíos argentinos.
Cuando leía los libros de texto gratuito escolar de primaria, muchos poemas que venían dentro eran de ella y lo mas chistoso para mi era saber que tenían música que yo conocía y nadie mas.
La Vaca Estudiosa, La Mona Jacinta, En el Reino del Revés son varias de las canciones que de niño oía en un pequeño tocadiscos tipo "sandwichera" que tenía en casa.
Hoy recibo la noticia desde Argentina que a los 80 años María Elena Walsh ha fallecido el día de hoy.
Escribiendo esto, también me acordé siendo pequeño fuí a la antigua Cineteca Nacional, en lo que hoy es el Centro Nacional de la Artes a ver una película con esas canciones y me la pasé cante y cante.
Aquí dejo una muestra de ella. La canción del REINO DEL REVÉS, la cual es conocida en México por otros interpretes, uno de ellos: Chabelo.
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Canción: El reino del Revés
Autora: María Elena Walsh
(1930- +2011)
Álbum: Canciones para mirar
(Argentina - 1963)
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
nada el pajaro y vuela el pez.
Que los gatos no hacen miau y dicen yes
porque estudian mucho inglés.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
nadie baila con los pies.
Que un ladrón es vigilante y otro es juez
y que uno y dos son tres.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
cabe un oso en una nuez.
Que usan barbas y bigotes los bebés
y que un año dura un mes.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
hay un perro pequinés.
Que se cae para arriba y una vez
no pudo bajar después.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
un señor llamado Andrés
tiene 1.530 chimpancés
que si miras no los ves.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
una araña y un ciempiés
van montados al palacio del marqués
en caballos de ajedrez.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
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Canción: El reino del Revés
Autora: María Elena Walsh
(1930- +2011)
Álbum: Canciones para mirar
(Argentina - 1963)
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
nada el pajaro y vuela el pez.
Que los gatos no hacen miau y dicen yes
porque estudian mucho inglés.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
nadie baila con los pies.
Que un ladrón es vigilante y otro es juez
y que uno y dos son tres.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
cabe un oso en una nuez.
Que usan barbas y bigotes los bebés
y que un año dura un mes.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
hay un perro pequinés.
Que se cae para arriba y una vez
no pudo bajar después.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
un señor llamado Andrés
tiene 1.530 chimpancés
que si miras no los ves.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
Me dijeron que en el reino del revés
una araña y un ciempiés
van montados al palacio del marqués
en caballos de ajedrez.
Vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
vamos a ver como es el reino del revés
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