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S-au apucat unii sa faca film dupa Bohemian Rapsody.  Nici nu stia Freddy ca q scris si scenariu de film.


Sa vedem daca pot sa faca asta si din melodia lui Ozon, aia cu dragostea din tei 😀 .


Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody – I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo – (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning – very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go – will you let me go
Bismillah! No – we will not let you go – let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go – let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go – let me go
Will not let you go – let me go (never)
Never let you go – let me go
Never let me go – ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no –
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby – can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out – just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters – nothing really matters to me



Muzici incalcite – sezonul 6

Melodia din 5th element e deja faimoasa. Acum 15 ani m-a impresionat.

E un mixt de 2 cantareti de opera (o soprana =, un barbat – nu stiu cine) si un calculator. Nicio voce umana nu poate acoperi atatea octave.

Pana cand ieri am gasit asta:

Ok, nu e aceeasi perfectiune, iar la notele joase a iesit rau dar … canta singura totul!! Abia ieri am vazut de ce imi suna usor familiara… e Gaetano Donizetti.


Si originalul :


Si un original si mai original: Maria Callas


O iarna fierbinte. Multe au clocotit: oamenii, strada, parlamentul, presa internationala, famillii, muzee, taxele pe firmele mici. Mai intai au stat la cald, in spuza, temperatura si neroziile altora le-au crescut pana a dat in clocot. Ca aluatul de paine pus la caldura. Ca maiaua in borcanul subdimensionat. Ca vulcanul ala pufaind, ce-l voi vizita intr-o viata, sper ca in viata asta.
Vine primavara si ma voi racori in gradina.
3 persoane m-au intrebat de ideea de a pleca din tara. Cu sot, cu copil, cu catzel cu tot.

Si eu care visam sa ma pensionez in Romania, de la 40 de ani.