Song 319: "Prepárame la Cena" - Calle13

No soy un número ni parte de una cifra
Aunque se paga por igual la misma tarifa
Todos caminamos con la misma camisa
Sin prisa para mirar donde se pisa

No vale el tiempo pero valen las memorias
No se cuentan los segundos, se cuentan historias
La paciencia es lo que se cosecha
Mi calendario no tiene fecha

No estoy solo, ando con mis 5 sentidos
Acá el silencio se convierte en sonido
Todo lo malo que soñé lo toqué
Pero esta tan oscuro que el miedo no se ve

Yo me huelo lo que siento por eso presiento
Que dentro del circuito me queda poco tiempo
En el próximo tren yo me monto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Yo, yo, yo miro para afuera y miro para adentro
La reclusión es mi punto de encuentro
Me ubican dentro de lo marginal
Pero en algún momento todos nos portamos mal

Y quien determina lo bueno y lo malo
Lo poco saludable y lo sano
De lo crudo a lo cocido hay una larga diferencia
Y cocinar término medio no es ninguna ciencia

En esta vida me castigaste
Me robaste el tiempo, me re-cagaste
Mi culpabilidad es como una pecera vacía
Como juzgar al sol por salir de día

Si mis tristezas te causan alegrías
Es por que tus reglas son distintas a las mías
Creo en todo lo que veo
Y aunque soy ateo rezo pa' que nunca me pase algo feo

Para soñar con mi partida y con tu llegada
No me hace falta un matre con almohada
Yo soy libre porque desde aquí yo vuelo
Solo toca despegarse del suelo

Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto
Prepárame la cena que regreso pronto

Song 318: "Viene clareando" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Vidita, ya me voy
de los pagos del Tucumán.
En el Aconquija viene clareando,
vidita,
nunca te he de olvidar.
En el Aconquija viene clareando,
vidita,
nunca te he de olvidar.

Vidita, triste está
suspirando mi corazón.
Y con el pañuelo, te voy diciendo,
vidita,
paloma, adiós... adiós...
Y con el pañuelo, te voy diciendo,
vidita,
paloma, adiós... adiós...

Vidita, ya me voy
y se me hace que no hei volver.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte
vidita,
y tenerte que perder.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte.
Viene clareando mi padecer.

Al clarear yo me iré
pa' los pagos de Chasquivil.
Y hasta las espuelas
te irán diciendo, vidita,
no te olvides de mí.
Y hasta las espuelas
te irán diciendo, vidita,
no te olvides de mí.

Zamba sí, penas no,
eso quiere mi corazón.
Pero hasta la zamba
se vuelve triste, vidita
cuando se dice adiós...
Pero hasta la zamba
se vuelve triste, vidita
cuando se dice adiós...

Vidita, ya me voy
y se me hace que no hei volver.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte
vidita,
y tenerte que perder.
Malaya mi suerte tanto quererte.
Viene clareando mi padecer.

Song 317: "Las Compañías de Acero"

Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
su ser se escucha
y van a la lucha por la libertad
Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
Las compañías de acero
forjados de acero están
¡Y triunfarán!

Los milicianos de acero
salvaron al mundo entero
usando el piorno certero
gritan al mundo: si muero,
¡Mis hijos se salvarán!
¡Mis hijos se salvarán!

Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
su temple seguro
y valiente el ademán
Las compañías de acero
cantando a la lucha van
Los compañías de acero
forjadas de acero están
¡Y triunfarán!

Song 316: "A Complete History of the Soviet Union As Told By A Humble Worker, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris" - Dan Woods

To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they’re making me work 'til I’m dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me:

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above.
They come down and I spin them around
'Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall –
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die.
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do…

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip-hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears –
What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play.
I am the man who arranges the blocks!

But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we’d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There’s foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don’t despair
There’s Levi’s and McDonald’s there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin’s put the boot in,
Who’ll get in our way?

So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
For we’re seceding from the world:
We shall regain the Georgian soil
We shall obtain the Arctic oil
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day.

Game over.

Song 315: "Foreign Skies" - The Dreadnoughts

We are the men of sweat and steel
we are the men the world denies
so now we walk abandoned fields
beneath these foreign skies

We're gonna join the bitter test
And though there's some will break and fall
There's nothing here but happiness
And duty's restless call

So it calls, but only to the chosen
to the boys who landed at Liege

meet me at the station
in the glory of the sun
into the arms by which the world was won

come on and wipe away your tears
and the memories bright and gay
the laughter of unclouded years
will slowly bleed away

staring at the stars above
underneath these foreign skies
we've never been so happy love
in all our goddamned lives

all our lives, have been for nought and wasted
all our lives, soon to be redeemed

meet me at the station
with a banner and a grin
we'll watch the sun go down
on old Berlin


and when it was done and we'd carried the day
I watched her life's blood go slipping away
and I stared down, into her cold blue eyes

sweet mother Mary, deliver your grace
deliver us all from the look on her face
and the screams
the long and desperate sighs

all our lives
have been a cruel secret
all our lives
a tender age in bloom

so I drink this final cup
and rest this weary head
and watch the waters rising up
to wash away the dead

and when we're rid of this disease
and we have won the prize
I never will return to these
foreign skies
(foreign skies)
(foreign skies)

Song 314: "When this Bloody War is Over"

When this bloody war is over
No more soldiering for me
When I get my civvy clothes on
Oh how happy I will be


No more Church parades on Sunday
No more putting in for leave
How I'll miss the sergeant major
How his poor old heart will grieve

No more standing to attention
No more asking for a weekend pass
You can tell the sergeant major
Where to stuff his bleeding pass

No more putting in for furlough
Only one more church parade
No more shitting in a slit trench
No more Ticklers' marmalade

Song 313: "Daughters of the Sun" - The Dreadnoughts

we feed the pit men
we bury our children
we stand at your cauldrons
till we are raw and bleeding

up to the fortress
strike up the chorus
the future adores us
and the past is fading

the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun


here's what you're reaping
once veiled and sleeping
now she is creeping
with the blood moon rising

destiny spoken
when the road is open
hearts have awoken
and the world’s enticing

she'll break your fine illusions
make war and confusion
join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun


now guns are waking
armies are shaking
we're theirs for the taking
for divide and conquer, now

she'll man the stations
keep your vocations
break with elation
only wild and stronger

the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her comrades on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun

Song 312: "Back Home in Bristol" - The Dreadnoughts

bless me father I have sinned
bless me if you may
by the power of jesus christ
You come to me this day

I am just a middle farmer's boy
Jim wilson is my name
and I've been out hard where devil runs
I'll never go again

well yes I know my duty sir
and I know the god I serve
I tried to stay out in the eastern line
I tried to keep my nerve

but all I could see were lily white arms
and a gold and silken dress
and all I could hear was a country dance
and a calling from the west

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


seventeen days and seventeen nights
we held up underground
through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down

and when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
bless me father and hold my hand
until the dawn is here

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


(Drink up me cider!
Drink up me cider!
For tonight she'll marry me! Will marry me!
We'll drink 'til the night is over!
And roll the big ones over!
The corn is coming over so make merry way!)

I hear the party coming down
to wrest me from my cell
father don't you pray for me
or speak to me of hell

just deliver me a little song
and a final taste of rum
and tell the buggers who shoot me down
just where ol' jimmy's from

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again

Song 311: "Mothers Daughters Wives" - Judy Small

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.


You can only just remember
The tears your mother shed
As they sat and read their papers
Through the lists and lists of dead.
And the gold frames held the photographs
That mothers kissed each night.
And the door frames held the shocked
And silent strangers from the fight.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.


It was twenty-one years later,
With children of your own.
The trumpets sounded once again,
And the soldier boys were gone.
So you made their guns and drove the trucks
And tended to their wounds.
And at night you kissed the photographs
And hoped for safe returns.

And after it was over
You had to learn again
To be just wives and mothers,
When you'd done the work of men.
So you worked to help the needy
And you never trod on toes.
And the photos on the mantlepiece
Struck a happy family pose.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

Then your daughters grew to women
And your little boys to men.
And you prayed that you were dreaming
When the call came up again.
But you proudly smiled and held your tears
As they bravely waved goodbye.
And the photos on the mantelpiece
Always made you cry.

And now you're getting older
And in time the photos fade.
And in widowhood you sit back
And reflect on the parade.
Of the passing of your memories
As your daughters change their lives,
Seeing more to their existence
Than just mothers, daughters, wives.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

And you believed them
When they said you were
Just mothers, daughters, wives.

Song 310: "Zero Visibility" - Rise Against

Settling in here for the long haul
Can’t hide forever is what they say
In with the wind, out with a bang
Meanwhile nothing has changed

With each word slowly uttered
A storm brews in her eyes
A missed shot at the buzzard
Time, whether wasted
Or well-spent, is still time

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the end of the longest lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
We came back to homes we don’t recognize
But we return here all together


Moments of clarity here are short-lived
Bled through the bandages again
When is a lie no longer white
But black as a day without sun

Passed out in a gutter
Woke up in your arms
Nursed back and recovered
The same touch that heals me
Left a scar

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the end of the longest lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
We came back to homes we don’t recognize
But we return here all together


And the world works in ways that I never have claimed to know
We got out in front of the weather but it followed
The view from here isn’t better but it’s all we know
It’s all we know

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the edge of the border lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
Who we've become you won’t recognize
But we became them all together
All together

Song 309: "Letters from Wilfred" - Alan Bell

I thank you, my dear mother; your letter came today.
I'm pleased to hear you're in good health, for I've much to tell and say.
I've enlisted in the army, in the Artist Regiment.
I kissed the Bible, swore my oath; your W.E.O.'s content.
Yes, I kissed the Bible, swore my oath; your W.E.O.'s content.

I travelled off to London and lodged in Tavistock Square.
The house is called "Les Lilas" for all the French are there;
Yet in their conversations, our England is their foe;
Yet I'm as English as a Shropshire lad, and tonight, I'll tell them so.
I'm as English as a Shropshire lad, as, mother, you do know.

Dear mother, I am commissioned; now my training's done.
I'm seconded to Manchesters new recruits and guns.
I'm posted north to Fleetwood in charge of musketry,
A new adventure for your W.E.O. by the blowing sands and sea,
A new adventure for your W.E.O. with the fishing boats and sea.

I enjoyed my time in Fleetwood; now I'm in Flanders Fields.
Since landing on the Calais quays, I'm in mud from head to heels.
My soldiers march and singing, and I know their favourite song
Is a yearning for them again to be in the homes where they belong,
Is a yearning for them again to be in the homes where they belong.

It's New Year's Eve, dear mother; the Scotsmen celebrate.
They play their pipes, go o'er the top, and are blown to Heaven's gates.
I stand in clay, dear mother, and write by candle glow.
In this barren land, the frozen dead lie blanketed in snow.
In this barren land, the frozen dead lie blanketed in snow.

I'll not deceive you, mother; I've been in hell this last four days.
In an outpost beyond the front line, we stood guard, and how we prayed!
I did not lose a single man, but a young boy lost his sight.
Now I know just how a blind man feels when I led him from the fight.
Yes, I know just how a blind man feels when I led him from the fight.

I'm in Scotland now, dear mother, in a place called Craiglockhart,
A refuge for tired warriors whose nerves are torn apart.
I need sleep and time, dear mother, to heal my troubled mind,
But in my dreams, I see every face of those I left behind.
Yes, in my dreams I see every face of those I left behind.

They awarded me a medal for gallantry, they say.
I made sure all those who fought with me are rewarded in their way.
There is one more battle coming, and with peace talks in the air,
Your W.E.O. will soon be home when the cease-fire is declared.
Your W.E.O. will soon be home when the cease-fire is declared.

I write, dear Mrs. Owen, to try and ease your pain.
Your Wilfred was a brave young man; we'll not see his like again.
He was killed the fourth November in the last days of the war,
But his soul lives on within his verse for us forevermore.
Yes, Wilfred lives within his verse for us forevermore.
Your Wilfred lives within his verse for you forevermore.

Song 308: "Lo miro al viento y me rio" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Que son muy negras las penas,
dicen y dicen cantando.
Pa mi que no ha de ser cierto,
si fuera, mejor negarlo.
Pa mi que no ha de ser cierto,
si fuera, mejor negarlo.

Yo también sé de pesares,
yo también sé de quebrantes.
Yo también sé de pesares,
yo también sé de quebrantes.
Sé de las penas más negras
pero de penas no canto.

También es negra la tierra
Y verde salen los pastos.
También es negra la tierra
Y verde salen los pastos.
Mientras la raíz padece
Canta en sus flores el árbol.
Mientras la raíz padece
Canta en sus flores el árbol.

Ocasiones me figuro
que soy de veras un árbol,
Ocasiones me figuro
que soy de veras un árbol,
lo miro al viento y me río,
la raíz crujiendo abajo.
lo miro al viento y me río,
la raíz crujiendo abajo.

Si me desmiento en lo vida,
¡acuéstenme de un hachazo!

One’s sorrows are too black,
they say and they say in song.
I do not think this is true,
if it were, better to deny it.
I do not think this is true,
if it were, better to deny it.

I also know of regrets,
I also know of breakdowns.
I also know of regrets,
I also know of breakdowns.
I know of the blackest sorrows
but I do not sing of sorrows.

The earth is also black,
yet the grass still rises green.
The earth is also black,
yet the grass still rises green.
While the root suffers
a tree sings in its flowers.
While the root suffers
a tree sings in its flowers.

Sometimes I think
that I am really a tree.
Sometimes I think
that I am really a tree.
I look at the wind and I laugh
the root crunching below.
I look at the wind and I laugh
the root crunching below.

If I ever deny it in life,
bring me down with an axe blow!

Song 307: "IwaR/IngwaR" - Wardruna

Ull i Ydalir
Sveigde bogen
Sikta bogen
pilar peika
mot Yggdrasils nie
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål

mot Nivelheim fly
mot Muspellheim fly
mot Jotunheim fly
mot Åsgard fly
mot Midgard fly
mot Vanaheim fly
mot Helheimen fly
mot Svartalvheim fly
mot Ljosvalheim fly

vinda med mål
veva med mål

or Nivelheim fly
or Muspellheim fly
or Jotunheim fly
or Åsgard fly
or Midgard fly
or Vanaheim fly
or Helheimen fly
or Svartalvheim fly
or Ljosalvheim fly

vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar

Knyter deg til meg
vever rot i rot
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Bærer deg i meg
Vekser frø av frø
ytre og indre
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Nærer meg av deg
vinder grein or grein
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Knyter deg til meg
vever rot i rot
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Bærer deg i meg
Vekser frø av frø
ytre og indre
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Nærer meg av deg
vinder grein or grein
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Ullr in Ydalir
bent his bow
aimed his bow
arrows pointing
toward Yggdrasil's nine
homeworlds

wound with intent
woven with intent

to Nivelheim fly
to Muspellheim fly
to Jotunheim fly
to Åsgard fly
to Midgard fly
to Vanaheim fly
to Helheimen fly
to Svartalvheim fly
to Ljosvalheim fly

wound with intent
woven with intent

out of Nivelheim fly
out of Muspellheim fly
out of Jotunheim fly
out of Åsgard fly
out of Midgard fly
out of Vanaheim fly
out of Helheimen fly
out of Svartalvheim fly
out of Ljosalvheim fly

wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld
wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld
wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld

Tie myself to you
Weaving root in root
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Carry you in me
Seeds grown from seeds
Outer and inner
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

I nourish myself from you
unwinding branch from branch
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Tie myself to you
Weaving root in root
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Carry you in me
Seeds grown from seeds
Outer and inner
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

I nourish myself from you
unwinding branch from branch
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Song 306: "Ivanhoe" - The Dreadnoughts

We're sitting in the corner
Drinking nineteen dollar beer
Meatheads are walkin' over here
They're kickin' us out on the town

That's it, fuck the Cambie
And bouncers with tiny dicks
We're jumping on the 96
We're going to main street now!

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!


Now the crew's getting shitters
And I'm lit like a Christmas tree
Order two and they bring you three
You can't put a price on your health

And the band is jumping
And the music fills the air
We're tripping right down the stairs
We're going to main street now

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
I know, the city's down on her dreams
But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream


Now the party's over
So we say our long goodbyes
Fall right out of paradise
They're kicking us out on the town

We don't look any further
When going out into the night
Robson's piss, Granville's shite
We're going to Main Street now

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
I know this city's down on her dreams
But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream
Ivanhoe!

Song 305: "A Drop of Nelson's Blood"

Oh! A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
And we’ll all hang on behind!

And we’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
And we’ll all hang on behind!

A bottle of rum wouldn't do us any harm!
A tight waisted girl wouldn't do us any harm!
A big breasted girl wouldn't do us any harm!
A night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm!
A plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm!
A nice fat cook wouldn't do us any harm!
A roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm!
A long spell in gaol wouldn't do us any harm!
A round on the house wouldn't do us any harm!
A pint from the landlord wouldn't do us any harm!
A long day in bed wouldn't do us any harm!
A glass of hot whiskey wouldn't do us any harm!
If the devil's in the road, we'll roll it over him!

Song 304: Protestants (Not Catholics)

Based on the song "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)", which was released for the 500th anniversary of the fall of Constantinople. This song is a humorous take on the Protestant Reformation that began in 1517 and turned 500 in 2017, the end of which this was written on.

I'm Protestant, Catholic no more
We're Protestants, Catholics no more
Bringing down the Church, oh forget Jan Hus
Ninety-five theses, against the Holy See

Every soul in Saxony
Is now Protestant, not Catholic
So if you're a prince and you have turned
Better make your way to the Diet of Worms

Consubstantiation, not transubstantiation
Why the change Calvin cannot say
Luther just liked it better that way

So reconvert to Catholicism
No I won't convert to Catholicism
Been a long time coming Protestantism
Who made the Pope a big loser?
That'd be good ol' Martin Luther

Protestant
Protestant!

Protestant
Protestant!
(Lutheran)
(Anglican)
(Calvinist)
(Anabaptist)
(Evangelical!)
(Presbyterian)

Consubstantiation, not transubstantiation
Why the change Loyola can't say
Luther just liked it better that way

I'm Protestant, Catholic no more
We're Protestants, Catholics no more
Bringing down the Church, oh forget Jan Hus
Who made the Pope a big loser?
That'd be good ol' Martin Luther

So reconvert to Catholicism
No I won't convert to Catholicism
Been a long time coming Protestantism
Who made the Pope a big loser?
That'd be good ol' Martin Luther 

Protestants!

Song 303: "The Bells" - The Family Crest

Love, give me your time
And pour me more wine
Set by the fire, we two
And I'd give it all for you

'Cause now, out in the streets
It's silent, it's sweet
And echoing soft

How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Oh, how now the night
It pulls down the light
Hear how the stars shine through
And I'd give it all for you

'Cause now out in the streets
It's silent, it's sweet
And echoing soft

How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Hold me under
My heart's a mess
Loud like thunder
Straight from my chest

Oh, outside it's cold
So dear, grab your coat
The city is quiet

And the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Song 302: "And So Do I" - AlicebanD

I said,
Heaven is a country that hasn't been found
There's people out there who aren't even around
And as you slowly make your way down bottomless stairs
I hope you know that I'm a friend who tries not to care

And says,
Oh no, no, I can't help you there
You gotta do it yourself, you gotta youthen your hair
And if you're still trying in a couple of years
Then I've got a lot of people who can shine a light in those tears
(Ye-eah)


He said,
Musn't marry anyone poorer than you
He's got to be clever, but no better than you
He's got to have a face that you can show to your friends
So if you ever find him make sure to check he's a man

He said,
Everyone is born but they still look the same
And little tiny struggles look for money and fame
And still they are all judged by our leaders and rules
So tell me why I'm the only one who thinks our leaders are fools

I said,
Heaven is a country that hasn't been found
There's people out there who aren't even around
And as you slowly make your way down bottomless stairs
I hope you know that I'm a friend who tries not to care

Song 301: "Cuando los pies besan el piso" - Calle 13

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso


Baila diferente a todas las personas
Como si contigo se hubiesen mezclado mal los cromosomas
Si no sabes bailar no te quedes mirando
Muévete como si te estuvieran electrocutando

La coreografía no es compleja
Baila como si te estuvieran picando un millón de abejas
La energía de tus brazos nadie la gobierna
Hoy, lo que tienes son dos culebras por piernas

Hoy, el lenguaje corporal es nuestro idioma
Hoy, la columna vertebral está hecha de goma
La comida chatarra tu piel la está escupiendo
La grasa de tu cuerpo quiere salir corriendo

El suelo pide que lo invites a un duelo
Porque para él nuestros pies son caramelos
Mueve la masa de toda tu fortuna
Si no te mueves hoy el suelo te traga de una

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso


Hoy es el día en que nacemos de nuevo
Tus neuronas moralistas yo las muevo
Con los pies, golpeando firme y preciso
Hasta que el cuerpo relate lo que nos cuenta el piso

Con los pies, golpea fuerte en el suelo
Hasta que despiertes a tus tatarabuelos
Golpea duro con los pies
Para que al fin en el campo llueva café

Con los pies se nutren los consuelos
De todas las vidas que se desangran en el suelo
Con los pies puedes vivir pisando mierda
Porque el suelo te acompaña aunque ganes o aunque pierdas

Con los pies camina por el borde
Aunque seas la nota discordante entre todos los acordes
Con los pies bailamos sin preocupaciones
Porque el suelo se sabe todas las canciones

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Si siembras movimiento, bailan los cultivos
Las piernas se ponen fuertes porque el suelo es nutritivo
Baila, golpea el suelo, sacude lo negativo
Hoy todos los muertos regañan a los vivos

Todo lo que hice mal bailando lo mejoré
La historia de mi baile la cuento con los pies
La percusión pregunta y el cuerpo quiere contestar
El que se mueve bien con la boca no tiene que hablar

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Siento La Tierra, bailando gano la guerra
Mi cuerpo siente, siente, siente La Tierra
Cuando mis pies besan el piso

Song 300: "Ojalá" - Silvio Rodríguez

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/ojala-i-hope.html-0

Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan
Para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo
Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin ti
Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos

Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto
para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones
Ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones

Ojalá que la aurora no de gritos que caigan en mi espalda
Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz
Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado
Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de ti
A tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores

Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto
para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones
Ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones

Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto
Para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones
Ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones