Sacrifice -

Elton John

It's a human sign

When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation's strong
Into the boundary
Of each married man
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands
Cold, cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better, baby
Just passing through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it's no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It's no sacrifice at all
Mutual misunderstanding
After the fact
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act
We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns
Cold, cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better, baby
Just passing through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it's no sacrifice
No sacrifice…
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Say You, Say Me
Lionel Richie
Say you, say me say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me say it together
Naturally
I had a dream I had an awesome dream
People in the park playing games in the dark
And what they played was a masquerade
And from behind of walls of doubt a voice was crying out
Say you, say me it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me say it together
Naturally
As we go down life's lonesome highway
Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two
That helping hand
Some one who understands
That when you feel you've lost your way
You've got some one there to say I'll show you
Say you, say me it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me say it together
Naturally
So you…

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Flor de Retama
Ricardo Dolorier

Donde la sangre del pueblo

ay! se derrama
allì mismito florece amarillito
flor de retama
amarillito amarilleando
flor de retama

Vengan todos a ver

ay! vamos a ver
en la plazuela de Huanta
amarillito flor de retama
amarillito amarilleando
flor de retama

Por Cinco Esquinas están

los sinchis entrando están
van a matar estudiantes
huatinos de corazón
amarillito amarilleando
flor de retama

Los ojos de pueblo tienen

hermosos sueños
sueñan el trigo en las eras
el viento por las laderas
y en cada niño una estrella,..

La sangre del pueblo tiene rico perfume, (bis)

huele a jazmines violetas,
geranios y margaritas
a pòlvora y dinamita, carajo!!
a pòlvora y dinamita! carajo!
a pòlvora y dinamita.