Idioma Origen:
Farewell, Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound.
The triangle tingles
and the trumpets play slow.
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is on fire
and I must go.
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame.
There's nothing to prove
Everything's still the same.
Just a table standing empty
by the edge of the sea means
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is trembling
and I must leave.
The jack and the queen
have forsake the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies
now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
and the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is falling
I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sit
perched in the sun
shooting tin cans
with a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighbors they clap
and they cheer with each blast.
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky's changing color
and I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
on the rooftop they dance
Valentino-type tangos
while the makeup man's hands
shut the eyes of the dead
not to embarrass anyone.
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky is embarrassed
and I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring
and the puppets heave rocks
and fiends nail time bombs
to the hands of the clocks.
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it,
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.
Idioma Destino:
Farewell, Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound.
The triangle tingles
and the trumpets play slow.
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is on fire
and I must go.
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame.
There's nothing to prove
Everything's still the same.
Just a table standing empty
by the edge of the sea means
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is trembling
and I must leave.
The jack and the queen
have forsake the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies
now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
and the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is falling
I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sit
perched in the sun
shooting tin cans
with a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighbors they clap
and they cheer with each blast.
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky's changing color
and I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
on the rooftop they dance
Valentino-type tangos
while the makeup man's hands
shut the eyes of the dead
not to embarrass anyone.
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky is embarrassed
and I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring
and the puppets heave rocks
and fiends nail time bombs
to the hands of the clocks.
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it,
But Farewell, Angelina
the sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.