de quem lembramosAo cantar esta cancao.? - 1950* * *ALONE AGAIN (Naturally)(Gilbert O'Sullivan)In a little while from nowif I'm not feeling any less sourI promise myself to treat myselfand visit a nearby towerAnd climbing to the topwill throw myself offin an effort to make it clear to who everwhat it's like when you're shatteredLeft standing in the lurchat a church where people saying:"My God, that's tough she stood him up no point in us remaining."We may as well go homeas I did on my ownalone again, naturallyTo think that only yesterdayI was cheerful, bright and gaylooking forward to who wouldn't dothe role I was about to play?But as if to knock me downreality came aroundand without so muchas a mere touch cut me into little piecesLeaving me to doubttalk about God in His mercyfor if He really does existwhy did He desert me?In my hour if needI truly am ideedalone again, naturallyIt seems to me that there aremore hearts broken in the worldthat can't be mendedleft unattendedwhat do we do? What do we do?(intrumental break)Alone again, naturallyNow looking back over the yearsand whatever else that appearsI remember I cried when my father diednever wishing to hide the tearsAnd at sixty-five years oldmy mother, God rest her soulcouldn't understand why the only manshe had ever loved had been takenLeaving her to startwith a heart so badly brokendespite encouragement from meno words were ever spokenand when she passed awayI cried and cried all dayalone again, naturallyalone again, naturally.GILBERT O'SULLIVAN - 1972* * *AMERICA(Stephen Sondheim - Leonard Bernstein)"-Oh, let me you all clapping now!"I like to be in Americaokay by me in Americaeveryting's free in Americafor a small fee in AmericaAutomobiles in Americachromium steel in Americawire spoke wheel in Americavery big deal in AmericaI like the city of San JuanI know a boat you can get oneveryone there will give big cheereveryone there will have moved hereI'll drive my Buick trough San Juanif there's a road you can drive onI'll give my cousins a free ridehow you fit all of them insideImmigrant goes to Americamany hellos in Americanodoby knows in AmericaPuerto Rico's in AmericaI like the shores of Americamany hellos in Americaknobs on the doors in Americawall-to-wall floors in AmericaI like to go back to San Juanwhy don't you shut up and get goneI'll bring a TV to San Juanif there's a current to turn onI like to be in Americaokay by me in Americaeverything free in Americafor a small fee in America"-Oh, let me hear everybody now!"La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la..."-Ui! Ui" Brrrrrr... Everybody now!"La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...TRINI LOPEZ - 1963* * *AMORE SCUSAMI(Pallavicini - Mescoli)Amore scusamiSe sto piangendo, amore scusamiMa ho capito che lasciandotiIo soffriroAmore baciamiArrivederci, amore baciamiE se mi pensarai ricordatiChe amo teTi ricordi quella seraChe per gioco ti baciaiSembrava solo un'avventuraUn'avventura in riva al marTi baciavo nel silenzioNon volevo confessarChe stavo forse a poco a pocoInnamorandomi di teAmore scusamiSe sto piangendo, amore scusamiMa ho capito che lasciandotiIo soffriroAmore baciamiArrivederci, amore baciamiE se mi pensarai ricordatiChe amo te... (Che amo te...)Amo te... (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...)Amo te!JOHN FOSTER - 1964* * *AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER (Our