El Sol Avenue - Hermanos Gutiérrez

Cuando hay sol en la mañana, ahí es que detona la fiesta Se formará la contienda, vamo' a bailar y brincar Cuando esté de madrugada, no te tomes una siesta Todos las manos arriba, vamo' a bailar y brincar ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Que empiece la algarabía, comenzó el carnaval ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Aquí todo es diversión, hasta que salga el sol Ayer nos fuimos de rumba Hasta que salga el sol Baila rompiendo caderas Hasta que salga el sol Mano' y cervezas arriba Hasta que salga el sol La fiesta es por siete días Hasta que salga el sol Toda la calle está llena Mueve tu cuerpo, morena Música que hace que bailes Ritmo, candela que quema Sube el volumen sin pena Que te corra por las venas Música que hace que bailes Ritmo, candela que quema La temperatura sube Moviendo las mano', sube Bailando en el suelo, sube Fuego, fuego, fuego, sude La temperatura sube Moviendo cadera, sube Bailando en el suelo, sube Fuego, fuego hasta que sude ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Que empiece la algarabía, comenzó el carnaval ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Aquí todo es diversión, hasta que salga el sol Ayer nos fuimos de rumba Hasta que salga el sol Baila, rompiendo caderas Hasta que salga el sol Mano' y cervezas arriba Hasta que salga el sol La fiesta es por siete días Hasta que salga el sol (...) La temperatura sube Moviendo las mano', sube Bailando en el suelo, sube Fuego, fuego, fuego sude La temperatura sube Moviendo cadera, sube Bailando en el suelo sube Fuego, fuego hasta que sude ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Que empiece la algarabía, comenzó el carnaval ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Aquí todo es diversión, hasta que salga el sol ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Que empiece la algarabía, comenzó el carnaval ¡Oh, oh, oh, i-eh, eh, eh, oh, oh! Aquí todo es diversión, hasta que salga el sol Ayer nos fuimos de rumba Hasta que salga el sol Baila, rompiendo caderas Hasta que salga el sol Mano' y cervezas arriba Hasta que salga el sol La fiesta es por siete días Hasta que salga el sol...

Now my room has got two windows But the sunshine never comes through You know it's always dark and dreary Since I broke off, baby with you I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn't say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue And it's all because of you I could cry, I could cry, I could (cry) oooh (I could die, I could die, I could die) I need help from somebody Because I live on a lonely avenue (Lonely avenue) oh, yes sir Now my covers they feel like lead And my pillow it feels like stone Well, I've tossed and turned so every night I'm not used to being alone I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn't say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue And it's all because of you I could cry, I could cry, I could (cry) oooh (I could die, I could die, I could die) 'Cause I live on a lonely avenue Yes, sir (lonely avenue) (Lonely avenue) (Lonely avenue) Now I've been so sad and lonesome Since you've left this town You know if I could beg or borrow the money Child, I would be a highway bound I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn't say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue You know it's all because of you I could cry, I could cry, I could (cry) oooh (I could die, I could die, I could die) yeah I live on a lonely avenue (Lonely avenue)

A red sun came rolling down a grey sky And the frogs and dogs and night birds then Started up singing sweet country lullaby You see that patch of city lights Somewhere in there's Cotton Avenue That's where I'm going to take myself tonight With a spit shine on my dancing shoes If you got a place like that to go You just have to go there If you got no place special Well then, you just go no place special I guess it's just the summer in the young blood Ripe and juicy in the young blood Teasing to go down to Cotton Avenue To hear the shiny shiny music See all the shiny people dancing to it Anytime you go to Cotton Avenue If you got a place like that to go You know you got to go there If you got no place special Well then you just go no place special You see that summer storm brewing in the southern sky By the time it hits here I'll be dancing high and dry To rhythm and blues on Cotton Avenue Poor boys'll be hanging around outside in the street They got all the latest words They're dancing to the latest beat While they're hustling and sizing you On Cotton Avenue If you got a place like that to go You just have to go there If you've got no place special Well my dear You just go no place special

Yo me voy, cuanto frio Sur Decís Por qué por qué no me abrigué El viento viene a buscarnos Salimos corriendo al atardecer Tu beso Abril largo Decis Suspirando amor Me trabo destrabo sin direccion No sabe mi alma a donde va a parar Por ti mi corazon Si pensas En lo que habras dejado atras Todo se echo a perder Tu y yo Corriendo al sol Amor Lo que cuenta es hoy La noche entera galopa al fin Mirando estrellas la noche entera Por ti mi corazon Por ti mi corazon

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour