Canto Nono
Album - 1997
Musics
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Letra e Música – Folk Argentino
Arranjo – Ward SwingleSentado bajo un alero
un paisanito cantaba,
y decía lastimero
”Ya se fue la que yo amaba”.Ay, ay, ay, ay,
pobre mi negra.
Decime si me amas, vidita,
llevame pa’onde vos quieras.Ha de volver como vuelve
la noche después del día,
y en vez de llorar mis penas
cantaré mis alegrías. -
Música – J.S.Bach
Arranjo – Ward Swingle -
Letra – William Shakespeare
Música – Ward SwingleIt was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding
Sweet lovers love the SpringBetween the acres of the rye
With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino
These pretty country folks would lie
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding
Sweet lovers love the SpringAnd, pray till lovers take the time
With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino
For love is crown`d with the prime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding
Sweet lovers love the spring -
Letra e Música – Henrique VIII
Arranjo – Ward SwinglePastime with good company
I love and shall unto I die;
Grudge who list, but none deny,
So God be pleased thus live will I.
For my pastance
Hunt, song, and dance.
My heart is set:
All goodly sport
For my comfort,
Who shall me let?Youth must have some dalliance,
Of good or illé some pastance;
Company methinks then best
All thoughts and fancies to dejest:
For idleness
Is chief mistress
Of vices all.
Then who can say
But mirth and play
Is best of all?Company with honesty
Is virtue vices to flee:
Company is good and ill
But every man hath his free will.
The best ensue,
The worst eschew,
My mind shall be:
Virtue to use,
Vice to refuse,
Shall I use me. -
Letra e Música – Lennon/McCarteney
Arranjo – Ward SwingleWhen I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wineIf I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-fourYou'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with youI could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for moreWill you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-fourEvery summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and DaveSend me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four -
Letra e Música – Bernardo Palombo / Damián Sánchez
¡Cuántos que pasan sin verte
Temblando en tu cuerpo viejo!¡Qué poco le importa a todos
Que no tengas pan ni techo!Con un cuchillo de plata
La luna bajó a buscarte.¡Qué pena que tiene el viento
Entre las ramas del sauce!¡Qué pena que tiene el viento,
Qué pena tiene la calle!Con ojos de duro hielo
Miró el invierno tus carnes.Por las veredas del tiempo
Se hizo recuerdo tu sangre.¡Qué frío se volvió el mundo
Cuando se te fue la tarde!La noche mordió tu angustia
Con mil estrellas de hielo.¡Qué triste pasa la luna
Sobre tus ojos abiertos!¡Qué quieto se quedó el aire
Entre tus manos tan viejas!¡Cuánto dolor tiene el agua
Crespón de escarcha la acequia!¡Cuántos pasaron sin verte!
Hoy el día nació muerto.¡Qué poco le importa al mundo
Que la noche mate a un viejo! -
Letra e Música – João Loio
Oh, é hora do sol-pôr
bem queria o meu senhor
em ir atá-loOh, prendê-lo noite e dia
por ele ser tão vilão
não posso amá-lo -
Letra e Música – Caetano Veloso
Lua, Lua, Lua, Lua
Por um momento meu canto contigo compactuar
E mesmo o vento canta-se
Compacto no tempo
Estanca
Branca, branca, branca, branca
A minha, nossa voz atua sendo silêncio
Meu canto não tem nada a ver com a LuaLua, Lua, Lua, Lua
Por um momento meu canto contigo compactuar
E mesmo o vento canta-se
Compacto no tempo
Estanca
Branca, branca, branca, branca
A minha, nossa voz atua sendo silêncio
Meu canto não tem nada a ver com a LuaLua, Lua, Lua, Lua
Por um momento meu canto contigo compactuar
E mesmo o vento canta-se
Compacto no tempo
Estanca
Branca, branca, branca, branca
A minha, nossa voz atua sendo silêncio
Meu canto não tem nada a ver com a LuaLua, Lua, Lua, Lua
Lua, Lua, Lua, Lua
Lua, Lua, Lua, Lua -
Letra – Paul Francis Webster
Música – Johnny Mandel
Arranjo – Gene PuerlingThe shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes
My love and see
All the lovely things
You are to meOur wistful little star
Was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I
Now when I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smileNow when I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile -
Arranjo – Ward Swingle
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in.
Oh when they gather round the throne,
Oh when they gather round the throne,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When they gather round the throne
Oh, when the sun refuse to shine,
Oh, when the sun refuse to shine,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine.……
Oh, when they crown Him Lord of all,
Oh, when they crown Him Lord of all,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When they crown Him Lord of all.……
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in. -
Música – F.R.Lozano
Adaptação – Canto Nono -
Música – F.Von Suppé
Arranjo – Canto Nono