THE CRANBERRIES - ZOMBIE.

LA FUGA - TRAMPAS AL SOL.

Llévame a los bares más oscuros, vamos a fumarnos la ciudad...

 When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from het reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on, gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She'd close her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly

And dreams of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh (x2)

La la la la

So lying underneath the stormy skies
She'd say, oh oh oh
'I know the sun will set to rise'

This could be para-para-paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh (x3).

 TRADUCCIÓN 

Cuando era tan solo una niña
Soñaba con el mundo
Pero este estaba fuera de su alcanze
Así que huía de su ilusión
Y soñaba con el para-para-paraíso
Para-para-paraíso
Para-para-paraíso
Cada vez que cerraba los ojos

Cuando era tan solo una niña
Soñaba con el mundo
Pero este estaba fuera de su alcanze
Y el atrapa balas entre sus dientes

La vida continúa y se vuelve pesada
La rueda destroza a la mariposa
Cada lágrima es una cascada
En la noche, la noche tempestuosa cerraba los ojos
En la noche, la noche tempestuosa y volaba...

Y sueña con el para-para-paraíso
Para-para-paraíso
Para-para-paraíso
Oh oh oh (x2)

La la la la

Así que descansando bajo los cielos tempestuosos
Diría, oh oh oh
'Sé que el sol comenzará a ponerse'

Este podría ser el para-para-paraíso
Para-para-paraíso
Podría ser el para-para-paraíso
Oh oh oh (x3).

"The Times They Are a-Changin" de Bob Dylan. Lo incluyó en su tercer disco, que se llama igual que la canción, y es el primero en el que todas las canciones estaban compuestas por él. Dylan escribió una canción protesta legendaria pensando que eso era exactamente lo que quería hacer, en una época en la que eso era lo comercial. Al leer la letra, su amigo Tony Glover dijo: ¿Pero qué es esta mierda? Como le contó al director Cameron Crowe: I wanted to write a big song, with short concise verses that piled up on each other in a hypnotic way. The civil rights movement and the folk music movement were pretty close for a while and allied together at that time.”

 Come gather 'round people. Wherever you roam. And admit that the waters. Around you have grown. And accept it that soon. You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you. Is worth savin'. Then you better start swimmin'. Or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics. Who prophesize with your pen. And keep your eyes wide. The chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon. For the wheel's still in spin. And there's no tellin' who. That it's namin'. For the loser now. Will be later to win. For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen. Please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway. Don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt. Will be he who has stalled. There's a battle outside. And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows. And rattle your walls. For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers. Throughout the land. And don't criticize. What you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters. Are beyond your command. Your old road is. Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one. If you can't lend your hand. For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn. The curse it is cast. The slow one now. Will later be fast. As the present now. Will later be past. The order is. Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now. Will later be last. For the times they are a-changin'.

JAMES BLUNT _ YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man. But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. Yeah, she caught my eye, As we walked on by. She could see from my face that I was, Fucking high, And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last till the end. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. There must be an angel with a smile on her face, When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.

LUIS FONSI - NADA ES PARA SIEMPRE

Muse ha dejado pasar un tiempo más que prudencial antes de decidirse a preparar nuevo material desde que sacaron The Resistance, su trabajo más polémico hasta la fecha.En estos tres años les ha dado tiempo a celebrar su habitual y larguísima gira y hasta a tener críos. Pero parece que poco a poco apetece volver a meterse al estudio. El manager de Muse, Anthony Addis, ha anunciado que el grupo ya se ha metido a grabar y que posiblemente el nuevo álbum esté listo para octubre de 2012. Lejos queda, parece, aquella idea peregrina que tuvieron una vez sobre la posibilidad de dejar de sacar LPs y dedicarse únicamente a echar singles al mercado como descosidos. Y es que todos tenemos ideas de “juventud” que se terminan esfumando.