‘‘ Paris, muy bien’’

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Yusa

A slow ballad about love, with an extreme musical taste and professionalism of arrangements, production and performance. Without knowing It would begin again anew in another place Where a kiss became everything ? That will be remembered tomorrow It reached as far as here That word that would make you cry Catching me again, uncertain Causing you pain hurts so much

Paris, muy bien GBBFT0800019 2008

Yusa
Julio Padron
Yusimil Bridon Lopez (Yusa)

Haiku

A slow ballad about love, with an extreme musical taste and professionalism of arrangements, production and performance.
Without knowing
It would begin again anew in another place
Where a kiss became everything
? That will be remembered tomorrow

It reached as far as here
That word that would make you cry
Catching me again, uncertain
Causing you pain hurts so much

Without knowing I was going to start over somewhere, where a kiss seems to be everything, and tomorrow will be memories. The word that didn't hesitate to make you cry reaches here. I stumble, making a mistake again. It hurts so much to cause you pain. I hope you never forget that that autumn leaf fell for you. It could have surrendered without fear, it knew how to be the end of summer. Nothing seems strange anymore. It was so happy. Love doesn't grow without mystery. There is no whirlwind without calm, nor is there life without you. I keep looking for the excuse not to leave your hands. I hope you never forget that that autumn leaf fell for you. It could have surrendered without fear, it knew how to be the end of summer. Nothing seems strange anymore. I'm so happy. Without knowing I was going to start over somewhere another day.

Sin saber
que iba a comenzar de nuevo en algún lugar,
donde un beso
parece que es todo
ya mañana se hará recuerdos.
Llega hasta aquí
la palabra que no dudó en hacerte llorar.
Me tropiezo, otra vez
desacierto.
Duele tanto causarte dolor.
Ojalá nunca te olvides
que aquella hoja de otoño cayó para tí.
Pudo entregarse sin miedo,
supo ser el fin
del verano.
Ya nada parece raro.
Fue tan feliz.
No crece amor sin misterio.
No hay torbellino sin calma, ni hay vida sin tí.
Sigo buscando el pretexto para no salir
de tus manos.
Ojalá nunca te olvides
que aquella hoja de otoño cayó para tí.
Pudo entregarse sin miedos,
supo ser el fin
del verano.
Ya nada parece raro.
Soy tan feliz.
Sin saber
que iba a comenzar de nuevo en algún lugar
otro día más.

Jazz , Jazz-fusion , Fusion , Nueva Trova , Cancion , Latin

Bass Guitar , Bells , Drums , Guitar , Keyboard , Sound effects , Trombones , Trumpet , Vocals

Spanish

Tumi Music (Editorial) Ltd

Cuba

Romantic

Slow

Solo

World

Female

‘‘ Paris, muy bien’’

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