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Marc Anthony - Текст песни Satin Summer Nights
SAL
 I been sleeping on the roof of my building
 It's cooler than the street.
 I been watching the setting sun
 As it bounces off the avenue
 Turning into gold dust at my feet.
 OH-WOH-OH
 Carlos and Yolanda
 Dancing in the hallway
 To an old melody
 Spanish eyes and soft brown curls
 My love, my love
 Come to me.
 I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus.
 And he holds me in his sight
 I know that these jitterbug days I'm livin',
 Well, they won't last for all of us,
 But they'll last for a long summer night.
 I can feel the fire in her eyes
 Tonight, tonight
 Under satin summer skies.
 THE VAMPIRES
 OOH-OOH-OO-OOH-OOH-OO
 OOH-WOO-OO-OO
 GIRLS
 Baby, baby, baby
 Be my special one
 I seen you move in from across the street
 I like the way you walk
 I love the way you run
 Baby, baby,
 No more baby talk
Papi, this ain't Mayagüez
This is the island of Nueva York
 We'll go through the projects,
 Make-out on the roofs
 An' count the stars like silver studs on
 My . . .
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Tengan cuidado con ese tipo.
Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio.
¡Sucio!
 HERNANDEZ
 You wastin' your time, they don't know what I do
 You little ghetto weeds . . . I feel like killin' you.
 Banana-colored light-skinned spics,
 You feel your peel so fine?
 I'm Hernández, The Umbrella Man,
 Your future's locked in mine.
 The Chaplains and The Golden Guineas
 The Red Wings and The Crowns,
 The Mighty Mau Maus,
 Those Shines from Brooklyn,
 They want to cut The Vampires down
 The Savage Skulls, The Fordham Baldies,
 They'll treat you like you're piss
 From the heart of the barrio, now my brother
 We tell them mother fuckers suck on this.
 I think we got something to talk about.
 You're a coolie from the turf.
 That's cool, but you don't get no respect around 
 here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . .
 I mean, you either belong or you get hurt.
 Or you could buy some protection from me.
 'Cause if someone's got to die
 To pay for the shit they done
 I believe in an eye for an eye
 What you believe in, Salvador Agrón?
 Mr. Agrón? Señor Agrón?
 SAL
 I believe I'm in the power of St. Lazarus
 And he holds me in his sight
 I believe he watches over us all
 Don't tear apart
 This satin summer night.










