Podróż Alberta - Kleks & Konrad Repiński

Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Ain't had no loving Since you've been gone. Alberta, Alberta, Where'd you stay last night? Alberta, Alberta Where'd you stay last night? Come home this morning, Clothes don't fit you right Alberta, Alberta, Girl, you're on my mind. Alberta, Alberta, Girl, you're on my mind. Ain't had no loving Such a great long time. Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Ain't had no loving Since you've been gone.

Ya llegaré, adónde voy No apuro pero no paro el paso Ya te encontré y me gusto Buscaré algo que te anime Cruzar fronteras hacia el encuentro Con la poesía más salvaje Los catorce versos de este soneto Vienen conmigo de equipaje Alberta, voy a tocar todas tus puertas Buscando la que sea correcta Para entregar el corazón Alberta, voy a tocar todas tus puertas Buscando la que sea correcta Para entregar está canción Y voy buscando señales en el camino Que guíen mis pasos a un nuevo destino Desde una ciudad que lleva el nombre de una princesa Recibo palabras que hoy viven en mi cabeza Desde Alberta Palabras llegan Alumbrando mis días Disipando mis penas Alberta, voy a tocar todas tus puertas Buscando la que sea correcta Para entregar el corazón Alberta, voy a tocar todas tus puertas Buscando la que sea correcta Para entregar esta canción, oh... Alberta... ehh Alberta, voy a tocar todas tus puertas Alberta, Alberta Voy a tocar todas tus puertas Alberta, eh... Alberta, tu... yo Alberta

Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low Alberta, what's on your mind, Alberta, what's on your mind? You keep me worried and bothered all of the time Alberta, what's on your mind? Alberta, don't you treat me unkind, Alberta Don't you treat me unkind? Oh my heart is sad because I want you so bad Alberta, don't you treat me unkind? Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low

In the early days when they first struck oil out on the Alberta plains Turner Valley rush and the oil camp dust derricks on the foothills range Oilmen sitting in a tarpaper shack talkin' about makin' it big Holes in the ground and the pipe goin' down drilling on a cable tool rig Up to Calgary there's oil in the air, light in the night from the burnin' of the flares Stocks are a sellin' and the hammers ring this is gonna be the next big thing The big calculators and the land speculators And the bold tycoon attitude The gold they found was the oil in the ground And the story of the Alberta Crude The story of the Alberta Crude The search for oil is a difficult thing fortunes made and lost The pull is strong on a wildcat song Drayton Valley oil rig boss Imperial oil they drilled and drilled and every single hole was dry They pointed to spot on the map at Leduc and said "Give it just a one more try!" The roulette wheel goes around and around six thousand feet down in the ground The great oil age was about to begin the day that Leduc #1 came in Black crude oil, it'll pay the rent Where they got all hell for a basement The devil himself has a story to tell About Redwater days or Pembina wells There's a downwind breeze from the refineries and the pipeline's flowing fast That's the whole deal with the oil fields and the history of the oil patch Thru the long hard years of dry hole drilling, heartbreak dreams and toil The boom and the bust and the thrill and the rush and a billion barrels of oil Where the iron rigs and the steel tools fought the battle for the fossil fuels Badlands, tarsands, all of the rest: that is the story of the oil out West