‘‘ La Fábula’’

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Yusa

A medium tempo Jazz / Trova. Yusa offers us in 'La Fabula' (The Tale) a blend of jazz with Latin feels that is irresistible.The fable: full-time middle, where the prevailing gender chachacha although influenced by modern structures filled with elements of jazz led by the trumpet and the environment created by the fender rhodes, acoustic bass and drums as classic jazz format the years 50. It is an issue which as its name implies, is a fable, or an entirely timeless, it can happen anywhere in the world and is a song about love that is always an occasion to give to those you love ... is soft atmosphere and may serve to romantic sunsets and situations where there are no conflicts

La Fábula GBBFT0200044 2002

Yusa
Yusimil Bridon Lopez (Yusa)
Yusa
Mario Felix (El Indio)
Yusimil Bridon Lopez (Yusa)

The drawer of this fascination is naked, the wait for my suitcase opens for a fable. Far from the station your watch stops, time on the arm, pushes my pond drinking the waves of the sea, which rises to me sick with a noise in the event for an occasion in this song. Without bread, hope grows thin in the corner of a dance. It moves an illusion, it jumps in reason. The sea that rises to me sick like a noise in the event for an occasion in this song. Without peace, hope grows thin in the corner of a dance. It moves an illusion, it jumps in reason. The drawer of this fascination is naked, the wait for my suitcase opens for the fable of the sea that rises to me sick like a noise in the event, for an occasion in this song. Without bread, hope grows thin in the corner of a dance, it moves an illusion, it jumps in reason.

Desnudo está el cajón de esta fascinación,
se abre la espera de mi maleta para una fábula.
Lejos de la estación se para tu reloj, tiempo del brazo,
empuja mi charca bebiendo las olas del mar,
que se me levanta enfermo con un ruido en el suceso
para una ocasión en esta canción.
Sin pan se le adelgaza la esperanza en la esquina de una danza.
Mueve una ilusión, salta en la razón.
El mar que se me levanta enfermo como un ruido en el suceso para una ocasión en esta
canción. Sin paz se le adelgaza la esperanza en la esquina de una danza.
Mueve una ilusión, salta en la razón.
Desnudo está el cajón de esta fascinación se abre la espera
de mi maleta para la fábula del mar que se me levanta enfermo
como un ruido en el suceso, para una ocasión en esta canción.
Sin pan se me adelgaza la esperanza en la esquina de una danza
mueve una ilusión salta en la razón.

Latin fusion , Nueva Trova , Latin

Bass Guitar , Bongos/Congas , Flute , Guitar , Keyboard , Pailas , Piano , Saxophone , Trumpet , Vocals

Spanish

Tumi Music (Editorial) Ltd

Cuba

Medium

Solo

World

Female

‘‘ La Fábula’’

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