Rum and Coca-Cola

[bimba_tenera]

rum dhe cola pija qe urrej me shum...
kenget sh te bukura

[MI CORAZON]

Ullmar , te falenderoj se pari per kenaqesine qe na sjell me ane te shkrimeve ne gjuhen shqipe. E se dyti per hapjen e nje teme mbi muziken latine.
Do theksoja qe "Besame mucho" mbetet nje nga kenget me te bukura latino - amerikane ose me sakte nje himn dashurie.
Kam deshire qe ne kete teme te zere vend edhe i madhi Jose Feliciano si nje nga favoritet e mi. Me pelqejne te gjitha kenget e tij, por sot do vecoja dy prej tyre :
" Nature boy"
" Feliz Navidad"

[Ullmar Qvick]

Falemnderit Mi Corazón për fjalë të mira dhe për prezantimin e José Felicianos. Dhe tani, me erën e Karaibeve, po vjen edhe Bob Dylan.... në një kënga nga periudha e tij fetare,në fillim të viteve '80:

Caribbean Wind
Live version


She was from Haiti, bowed down at the table,

And then I took over the Lord

At the show in Miami, in the theater of divine company.

Talkin' 'bout Jesus, talked about the rain,

She told me about the vision, told me about the pain

That has risen from the essence and the dividing of memory.



Is she a child or a woman? I really can't say,

Something about her said "Trust me" anyway,

As the years turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.

What about you, playin' as a pawn?

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on,

But victory was mine, and I held it with the help of God's power.



And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico,

The circle of light and the furnace of desire.

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.



Shadows move closer as we touched on the floor,

Prodigal Son sitting next to the door,

Preaching resistance, waiting for the night to arrive.

He was well connected, but her heart was a a snare

Cause she had left him to die in there,

But I knew he could get out while he still was alive.



Stars on my balcony, buzz in my head,

Slayin' Bob Dylan in my bed,

Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"

She never did see me where the mission bells ring,

She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing"

You can do about it, so you might as well agree to agree"



And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley Coast into my backyard,

Drivin' all your love to the furnace of desire.

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.



Atlantic City by the cruel sea,

I hear a voice cryin' "Daddy" I always think it's for me,

But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hall that call,

Bearin' new messages, bringing evil reports

Of rioting armies and time that is short,

And earthquakes and train wrecks and death-threats written on walls.



Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,

She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes.

The curtain was rising and, like they say, the ship will sail at dawn.

And I felt it come over me, some kind of glow,

My voice said "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room"

But I know I'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone.



And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles,

We never walked in to that furnace of desire.

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.



[Source: The Telegraph # 1, lyrics as performed 12 November 1980 at the Fox Warfield Theatre in San Fransisco, California]









Alternate Special Rider version


She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense.

She was a friend of both busboys and presidents.

I was playing a show in Miami, in the Theater of Divine Comedy.

I told her about Jesus, I told her about the rain,

She told me about division, she told me about the pain

That had arisen from the ashes and abided in her memory.



Was she a child or a woman? I really can't say,

There was something about her, she trusted me anyway,

As the judge and the jury were meeting with the man of the hour.

It looked like I was sleeping and they thought that I was,

But I was paying attention, like a rattlesnake does,

When he hears footsteps trampling on the flowers.



And that Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Ciracauo,

>From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.



Shadows move closer as we touched on the floor,

Prodigal Son sitting next to the door,

Preaching resistance, and waiting for the night to arrive.

He was well connected, but his heart was a a snare

As she left him to die in there,

But I knew he could get out while he was still alive.



Stars on my balcony buzzing my head,

Door knob turning, heat in my bed.

Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"

We met in secret where the mission bells ring,

She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing

You can do about it, so you might as well agree to agree"



And that Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Ciracauo,

From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.



Atlantic City by the cruel sea,

I hear a voice calling "Daddy", I always think it's for me,

But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call,

Every new messenger brings his evil report

About rioting armies and time that is short,

And train wrecks and earthquakes and hate words written on walls.



Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,

She had bells in her braids and fire in her clothes.

The curtain was rising and, like they was saying, the ship would sail at dawn.

Then I felt it come over me, some kind of gloom,

I was going to say "Come home with me girl, I got plenty of room"

But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she'd already gone.



And them Caribbean winds still howl from Borneo to the British Isles,

From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

And those distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free,

Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.

[Zamir.tr]

Ora 3 e notes qe po lexoj shkrimet e tua, qeke fantastik plako,merito i darke te fuqishme,pershendetje QVICK.