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Offline parasuco

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O traire
« on: Wednesday 19 August 2009, 16:39:53 »
Nenumarate interpretari, o singura traire. Aia cind te simti najpa...

Sint sigur ca multi s-au regasit asa macar o data in viata.

Send in the clowns
parte din A little nigth music, partitura lui Desirée, interpretata cu succes de multe (si , pentru ca rolurile in viata se pot inversa, multi)

Elisabeth Taylor, Frank Sinatra, Judy Stench, Barbra Streissend,etc.

Am vazut-o de curind la "So you think you can dance" si m-am hotarit sa fac un playlist cu tot ce pot gasi pe Youtube. E o piesa puternica si care marcheaza , interpreti si public. Merita atentia. Asa emotii puternice (si nu prea vesele)  in viata noastra de  multe ori prozaica, nu sint date la toti si pot(si e de dorit sa fie asa) fi traite si prin reprezentanti...

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=BA78CC4442EC1E0F


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Re: O traire
« Reply #1 on: Wednesday 19 August 2009, 20:06:11 »
Ca asta mai sunt o gramada, insa daca-ti vibreaza o coarda-n suflet e cea mai

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Re: O traire
« Reply #2 on: Wednesday 19 August 2009, 20:19:37 »
Cea mai completa versiune de versuri

Stephen Sondheim - Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Quick, send in the clowns.

What a surprise.
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you
What you'd felt about me?
Why only now when i see
That you'd drifted away?
What a surprise.
What a cliché.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother - they're here.