Rapsodia Cubana (on Cuban Airs) - Thomas Tirino, Michael Bartos & Polish National Radio Symphony Orchestra

I came here cause I said I would Ain't been honest, my word's no good Guilt high in my neck I shouldn't have done you wrong It was another case of if only and then So quick I go crazy for a fantasy man Put off being true I knew it all along You came to me sweet honey Someone who cares I was putting on airs I was Honey where did your heart first break They tell me that will take you to the same mistake Over and over once more To get your attention If your pride don't drive you right out of town And you don't want to keep your head down Then I guess you better stand up straight And set your intention You came to me sweet honey Someone who cares I was putting on airs You came to me sweet honey Someone who cares I was putting on airs I was I was Me I never did learn to like myself Been chasing down anyone who might could help Lure them all in with charm Come out stealing No, it never really even mattered who But eventually your record catches up with you They'll see you from across the room And know what you're dealing You came to me sweet honey Someone who cares I was putting on airs You came to me sweet honey Someone who cares I was putting on airs I was

Vorrei Liberarti domattina E vorrei Vederti volare Sui nevai come prima Tu, così lontana Seppure ormai Così vicina E l'anima se ne va Verso l'eterntà Rapsodia Io vorrei Liberarti il cuore E vorrei restare indietro E far finta di cadere Perché così sei più vicina A illuminar La vita mia E l'anima se ne va Verso l'eternità L'anima, se ne va Perché così sei più vicina A illuminar La vita mia E l'anima se ne va Verso l'eternità L'anima se ne va Verso L'eternità