Tras la apuesta Disco – Reagge del año pasado con Dj, please take me away, Bulgaria se pasa a la pop lírico con Illusion interpretada con mayor o menor acierto por el búlgaro Krassimir Avramov.
Desde ya digo que no soporto la voz de este chico. A pesar de que puedo escuchar perfectamente la canción en su versión de estudio por muy rara que sea la canción, no puedo con su voz en directo. Desafine tras desafine. Aunque como he dicho, no me disgusta la canción.
Aquí dejo el video de la canción.
Casi apuesto por que estará hundida en la tabla de clasificación de la primera semifinal. No figura entre las favoritas y apenas hay alguna esperanza de que pase. De todas formas, les deseo suerte y si hace una buena actuación en cuanto al factor vocal, pues a la final. Si lo hace como en la preselección búlgara.
La letra de la canción:
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much
Show me all I've never seen
Wrong, it feels so wrong
To be a part from afar
Your lips could solve it for me
You don't know how
You don't know where to go, to go
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) 'Cause I want your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much, so much
Aha...
??
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(Give me, give me your time)
(Show me, show me) you're mine
(So I want your touch) 'Cause I want your touch
(Baby, need you much) I need you so much
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) I need you so much
(Give me, give me your time)
(Show me, show me you're mine)
(So I want your touch)
(Baby, need you much)
Show me, show me you're mine
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much
Show me all I've never seen
Wrong, it feels so wrong
To be a part from afar
Your lips could solve it for me
You don't know how
You don't know where to go, to go
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) 'Cause I want your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) Baby, need you so much, so much
Aha...
??
??
(Give me, give me your time)
(Show me, show me) you're mine
(So I want your touch) 'Cause I want your touch
(Baby, need you much) I need you so much
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you're mine
(So I want your touch) All I want is your touch
(Baby, need you much) I need you so much
(Give me, give me your time)
(Show me, show me you're mine)
(So I want your touch)
(Baby, need you much)
Recuerdo que hubo manifestaciones a las puertas de la televisión búlgara por la elección de esta canción. O de este cantante, que todo puede ser.
Suerte Bulgaria!
Macedonia - Nešto Što Ke Ostane (Next Time)
Hasta ahora que he puesto el título, siempre he pensado que la canción se llamaba Next Time… en fin. Macedonia apuesta por el rock. El grupo Next Time con la canción Nešto Što Ke Ostane intentará llevar a Macedonia a la final. Algo que no consiguió la edición pasada.
De la canción del año pasado, ni me acuerdo y la de este año lleva el mismo camino. No me gusta nada (he de decir que este último grupo va de eso). Apenas he escuchado la canción y no le encuentro nada en especial que me lleve a hacerlo. Macedonia, para mi gusto, lleva dos años bastante malos (Mojot Svet de 2007 era algo mejor).
Aquí el video de la canción:
Estoy prácticamente convencido de que no pasará a la final. Me sorprendería que lo hiciera y dejara fuera a otras que son bastante superiores. A su favor tiene que es algo diferente. Algo de rock o heavy contrarrestando las baladas y la típicas de todos los años. Veremos…
La letra de la canción:
Je je... ti si od Boga
Najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Da ne si ti, bi nemal za kogo ljubovna pesna da napišam
Da ne si ti, bi nemal so što pred lugjeto da se pofalam
Da ne si ti, ni usnive nasmevka nema da gi pokrie
Ako tvojot glas ne me razbudi, cel den tažen mene mi e
Je je... ovie oči denje i nokje bi te gledale
Je je... na ovie usni nasmevka čuvam samo za tebe
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Vo životot ima i ubavi nešta, za toj što znae da živee
Vo ovoj svet ima i skrieni mesta, no treba ti da gi prepoznaeš
Je je... ovie oči denje i nokje bi te gledale
Je je... na ovie usni nasmevka čuvam samo za tebe
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Ljubov ti davam da dobijam nešto
Nešto što kje ostane, je...
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Da ne si ti, bi nemal za kogo ljubovna pesna da napišam
Da ne si ti, bi nemal so što pred lugjeto da se pofalam
Da ne si ti, ni usnive nasmevka nema da gi pokrie
Ako tvojot glas ne me razbudi, cel den tažen mene mi e
Je je... ovie oči denje i nokje bi te gledale
Je je... na ovie usni nasmevka čuvam samo za tebe
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Vo životot ima i ubavi nešta, za toj što znae da živee
Vo ovoj svet ima i skrieni mesta, no treba ti da gi prepoznaeš
Je je... ovie oči denje i nokje bi te gledale
Je je... na ovie usni nasmevka čuvam samo za tebe
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Ljubov ti davam da dobijam nešto
Nešto što kje ostane, je...
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Je je... i radost i taga, vikaat bilo pa kje pomine
Je je... no ti si od Boga najmilo nešto što kje ostane
Suerte Macedonia!
República Checa - Aven Romale (Gypsi.cz)
La frikada de este año llega de la mano de la República Checa con el grupo Gypsi.cz que darán el espectáculo el martes 12 por la noche. La canción: Aven Romale.
Tenían dos opciones. Reconozco que no escuche ninguna antes de que la eligieran. Cuando escuche la elegida, ya no me atreví a oír la otra..¿cómo sería?. Pero esta canción puede provocar varios efectos en los televidentes y espectadores. Por un lado, una especie de vergüenza ajena por ésta canción y su previsible vestuario. Por el otro que entre baladas destaque por su buen rollo y su espectáculo.
El video de la canción:
Me inclino por la primera opción ya que sale la segunda, no nos da tiempo a aburrirnos. ¿Veremos en la final a la República Checa? No. Anoser que cause el segundo efecto descrito pero lo dudo seriamente. He de decir que en alguna ocasión me lo han causado a mi en mi mp3 entre tantas baladas. Pero ya se me está pasando…
La letra de la canción:
They used to call me Gipsy, hello there
It means no problem to me, I don't care
Till I've got microphone making you act
I love to be that gipsy rat
Word ain't key to me
I can't think that easily
If you keep that energy
Gipsy sounds like symphony
Hate me or love me, baby
Speed up from null to eighty
In next three seconds music turns you to slave it
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada...
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
It's truth that Gipsies are just everywhere
It means no problem to me, I don't care
Listen the song and free your frozen mind
And let the colours all behind
(I) can make you feel like
(Gipsy) Let colour behind
(Free) your Gipsy inside of your music soul to be like
(Oh) And what a wonder
(Truth) You got it inside
(Aven Čech, Jágr, pivo) Come together once more
(Aven Romale)
Ma ker the šun man more
Listen and don't matter where you're from
I'll make you jump, say it
(Aven Romale)
Praha Brno Normale
Češí ví, my name is Gee
So everybody rock with me, please
(Aven Romale)
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada...
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
I feel something wrong
Made us separate the world on pieces
We got eyes and we still stay all so blind
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
It means no problem to me, I don't care
Till I've got microphone making you act
I love to be that gipsy rat
Word ain't key to me
I can't think that easily
If you keep that energy
Gipsy sounds like symphony
Hate me or love me, baby
Speed up from null to eighty
In next three seconds music turns you to slave it
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada...
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
It's truth that Gipsies are just everywhere
It means no problem to me, I don't care
Listen the song and free your frozen mind
And let the colours all behind
(I) can make you feel like
(Gipsy) Let colour behind
(Free) your Gipsy inside of your music soul to be like
(Oh) And what a wonder
(Truth) You got it inside
(Aven Čech, Jágr, pivo) Come together once more
(Aven Romale)
Ma ker the šun man more
Listen and don't matter where you're from
I'll make you jump, say it
(Aven Romale)
Praha Brno Normale
Češí ví, my name is Gee
So everybody rock with me, please
(Aven Romale)
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada...
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
I feel something wrong
Made us separate the world on pieces
We got eyes and we still stay all so blind
(Aven Romale)
If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai...
(Aven Romale)
I can make you really feel like Gipsy
Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right
Suerte a la República Checa, la necesitareis.
Belgica: Copycat (Patrick Ouchene)
Otro país que lleva varios años luciéndose. Belgica se ha cansado de “innovar” tras Ishtar y la incalificable O julissi na jalini o la ochentera Love Power, Belgica recurre al Rey del pop. Un inmitador de Elvis Presley: Patrick Ouchene y una rara canción: Copycat.
Desde el primer momento en que lo presentaron supe que no iba a hacer ningún papel destacable en Eurovisión. La canción no está mal es movida y alegre y él tiene buena voz. Sin embargo, lo que le falla es que llega 50 años tarde. No sorprenderá en absoluto. Y además, aunque en Eurovisión es cierto que no, la figura del imitador de Elvis está demasiada vista.
El video de la canción:
Pues lo dicho, Belgica si todo sale según lo previsto no estará en la final. Además, actua en tercera posición por tanto, se olvidarán de él a lo largo de la noche.
La letra de la canción:
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
There's a guy looking just like me
Wearing the same blue suede shoes
Singing the same old blues
Way down in the US of A
There's a guy doing things my way
Combing the same greasy hair
Hugging the same teddy bear
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in the deep deep South
There's a guy with a girly mouth
Eating the same banana sandwich
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
There's a guy with a voice that quivers
Driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in America
There's a guy, rich and arrogant
Dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer
Way down in the land of the brave
There's a guy lying in his grave
'Cause nobody duplicating my jive
Will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
(Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat
There's a guy looking just like me
Wearing the same blue suede shoes
Singing the same old blues
Way down in the US of A
There's a guy doing things my way
Combing the same greasy hair
Hugging the same teddy bear
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in the deep deep South
There's a guy with a girly mouth
Eating the same banana sandwich
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river
There's a guy with a voice that quivers
Driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in America
There's a guy, rich and arrogant
Dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer
Way down in the land of the brave
There's a guy lying in his grave
'Cause nobody duplicating my jive
Will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
(Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat
Suerte a Belgica que también la necesitra
Serbia - Cipela (Marko Kon & Milan Nikolic)
Hasta los mejores fallan. Tras dos años magníficos con Molitva y Oro, Serbia ha decidido no volver a celebrar el festival en sus tierras, al menos por ahora. Para ello envían a un hombre corpulento con peluca(creo que es peluca, no estoy seguro) y un acordeonista. Interpretarán Cipela (zapato).
Pues la verdad es que es algo friki pero tiene una buena base musical (el acordeón siempre me ha gustado). No sé lo que dice la letra sinceramente pero la interpretación en sí no me gusta.
El video de la canción:
No pasará a la final con y sin sorpresas. Y tengo poco que comentar de esta canción sinceramente. Sólo desearle suerte a Serbia y que espero que recupere su buen gusto de años anteriores. Suerte!
La letra de la canción:
Moјa stara cipela, pola sveta videla
Gde god da stanem tu mi dom
Tamo pa 'vamo, istok pa zapad
Ma gde god stigao bio sam na svom
Hvata me panika, ta stara navika
Srce bi krenulo za njom
A јa budala, stara
Ma sve nek propadne, teraću po svom
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Moјa stara cipela, pola sveta videla
Gde god da stanem tu mi dom
Tamo pa 'vamo, istok pa zapad
Ma gde god stigao bio sam na svom
Hvata me panika, ta stara navika
Srce bi krenulo za njom
A јa budala, stara baraba
Ma sve nek propadne, teraću po svom
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Gde god da stanem tu mi dom
Tamo pa 'vamo, istok pa zapad
Ma gde god stigao bio sam na svom
Hvata me panika, ta stara navika
Srce bi krenulo za njom
A јa budala, stara
Ma sve nek propadne, teraću po svom
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Moјa stara cipela, pola sveta videla
Gde god da stanem tu mi dom
Tamo pa 'vamo, istok pa zapad
Ma gde god stigao bio sam na svom
Hvata me panika, ta stara navika
Srce bi krenulo za njom
A јa budala, stara baraba
Ma sve nek propadne, teraću po svom
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Niјe, niјe, niјe me htela
Sve dok pare ne skupim
Ma more niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe, niјe me želela
Dok se ne obogatim
Sasvim
Letonia -Sastregums (Intars Busulis)
Tras los piratas del año pasado, Letonia confía en seguir con su racha de pasar a la final a Intars Busulis que con la canción Sastregums (o Probka) intentará conseguirlo de nuevo.
Otra canción que apenas escucho. No le encuentro ningún sentido y no tengo ninguna expectativa en ella. Letonia empezó la temporada eurovisiva 2009 con la duda de su participación en Moscú. Aunque finalmente decidieron que sí. Se ve que tenían pocas ganas por que con esta canción no harán mucho.
El video de la canción:
Pues lo dicho, seré breve en la última crónica de este año. Letonia no estará en la final. Pero aun así, como a los 41 restantes, Suerte Letonia!
La letra de la canción (en inglés):
The traffic jam!
Everyone’s tired.
That’s how it is!
Gloomy faces,
madness –
I have to be the first to get through!
The four-wheeled
steel-boxes
are stuck
everywhere.
And all of a sudden,
I see a girl up there,
Jumping from roof to roof.
Jumping just like that –
From mercedes to volvo.
I rub my eyes –
it could be an illusion –
Until my eyes start to hurt.
Hey, take me up there with you!
I’m tired of giving up,
I want to be a bumper walker,
What’s holding me back?
I don’t know who you are,
I just want to walk next to you.
I want to see how the wind bends the bushes
Down there, at the side of the road.
What the hell?!
Flipping fingers at me
From the window!
I’ll get you, they say,
I’ll get you…
But I just jump and I hop.
Jumping, pants tearing,
but no matter.
On and on –
whatever it takes!
I’m breathing hard,
СО2
My head is spinning..
It’s no joke –
Jumping from mercedes to volvo.
Your silhouette is flickering
Far in the distance.
Hey, take me up there with you!
I’m tired of giving up,
I want to be a bumper walker,
What’s holding me back?
Everyone’s tired.
That’s how it is!
Gloomy faces,
madness –
I have to be the first to get through!
The four-wheeled
steel-boxes
are stuck
everywhere.
And all of a sudden,
I see a girl up there,
Jumping from roof to roof.
Jumping just like that –
From mercedes to volvo.
I rub my eyes –
it could be an illusion –
Until my eyes start to hurt.
Hey, take me up there with you!
I’m tired of giving up,
I want to be a bumper walker,
What’s holding me back?
I don’t know who you are,
I just want to walk next to you.
I want to see how the wind bends the bushes
Down there, at the side of the road.
What the hell?!
Flipping fingers at me
From the window!
I’ll get you, they say,
I’ll get you…
But I just jump and I hop.
Jumping, pants tearing,
but no matter.
On and on –
whatever it takes!
I’m breathing hard,
СО2
My head is spinning..
It’s no joke –
Jumping from mercedes to volvo.
Your silhouette is flickering
Far in the distance.
Hey, take me up there with you!
I’m tired of giving up,
I want to be a bumper walker,
What’s holding me back?
Ya están todas las crónicas de las canciones así como todas las encuestas. Votad en todas ellas que próximamente haré el ranking final.
A partir del día 3 de mayo comenzarán los ensayos. Ire posteando sobre como van trascurriendo y mi opinión a cerca de ellos. El festival se acerca!
Hola:
ResponderEliminarLa verdad es que ninguna de este post me gusta, casi que tendria que ver qué me desagrada mas: si los berridos del Búlgaro, el frikismo de Serbia, lo infumable del tema letón, lo casposa de ARY Macedonia- a la que detesto-, la falta de originalidad belga o la horterada de Republica checa.
Besos
Wendy