El alma, la música

lunes, 8 de enero de 2018

KISS - FOREVER

PARTITURA

domingo, 7 de enero de 2018

LET IT SNOW

Despedimos la Navidad hasta el año que viene con una última canción navideña,

PARTITURA

Oh the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've bought some corn for popping

The lights are turned way down low

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss good night

How I'll hate going out in the storm!

But if you'll really hold me tight

All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying

And, my dear, we're still goodbying

But as long as you love me so

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

viernes, 29 de diciembre de 2017

HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS

PARTITURA

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore.

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more.

Through the years

We all will be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

jueves, 28 de diciembre de 2017

GATATUMBA

PARTITURA

Gatatumba gatatumba

con panderos y sonajas

gatatumba no te metas

en la pajas

gatatumbatumba toca el bombo

y el rabel

gatatumba tumba tumba

tamboril y cascabel

gatatumba tumba tumba

que bonita noche buena

gatatumba tumba tumba

que me dio mi compañera

gatatumbatumba toca el bombo

y el rabel

gatatumba tumba tumba

tamboril y cascabel

gatatumba tumba tumba

que sabroso ponchesito

gatatumba tumba tumba

que me dio el tio panchito.

gatatumbatumba toca el bombo

y el rabel

gatatumba tumba tumba

tamboril y cascabel

martes, 26 de diciembre de 2017

GOOD KING WENCESLAS

PARTITURA

Good King Wenceslas looked out

on the feast of Stephen,

when the snow lay round about,

deep and crisp and even.

Brightly shone the moon that night,

though the frost was cruel,

when a poor man came in sight,

gathering winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me.

If thou know it telling:

yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence,

underneath the mountain,

right against the forest fence

by Saint Agnes fountain.

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.

Bring me pine logs hither.

Thou and I will see him dine

when we bear the thither.

Page and monarch, forth they went,

forth they went together

through the rude wind's wild lament

and the bitter weather.

Sire, the night is darker now,

and the wind blows stronger.

Fails my heart, I know not how.

I can go no longer.

Mark my footsteps my good page,

tread thou in them boldly:

Thou shalt find the winter's rage

freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his master's step he trod,

where the snow lay dented.

Heat was in the very sod

which the saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure,

wealth or rank possessing,

ye who now will bless the poor

shall yourselves find blessing