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"views" was a Uruguayan band from the early 80 'consists of: Jorge Do Prado, Gabriel Do Prado, Jorge Galetti, Renato Pavez, Gabriel Landini and Daniel Jacques.

Several aspects of Uruguayan popular music (such as Candomble and milonga) are joined in the songs of views and those of its main performer and composer, Jorge Do Prado, who also made a name solo.

With a style that picked up the sounds and attitude of the streets, in particular those of South District, the songs left a strong imprint on the musical landscape of the decade.

The serious and loud voice Do Prado played elegantly melodic themes themselves and others in a highly successful portfolio.

Today we review an excellent theme of Carlos Barea (thanks "Cave" for the tip) interpreted by views and took the opportunity to hear a good version, by the band "Little tree" of Argentina. Recently I met his music and the truth is more interesting.

I hope you enjoy!

Version: Pareceres - Jorge do Prado (Uruguay)

Version: Arbolito ( Argentina) - Disco: Folklore (1997)

Lyrics:

Among a meteor shower comes love

brings open wings and heart ...

climbed through the roof rattling

shoes sandals someone saw around

say, that when it comes

going to give, you will be given

say, that when it comes

going to give, we will

give

Among a meteor shower comes love

brings open wings and heart ... bom bom

climbed through the roof rattling

shoes sandals someone saw around

say, that when it comes

going to give, I will give

say, that when it comes

going to give, I will give

Much stick so that you learn

much stick so that you learn

to not fly not to fly

not to fly not to fly

Much stick so that you learn

much stick so that you learn

not to fly not to fly

climbed roofs ringing.

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Following songs that somehow involved José Carbajal "El Sabalero" now share a theme of Jaime Roos, if I mistake not, is the only track on a disc Jaime who did not sing it, but is entirely sung by "The Sabalero."

We also have a very good performance by Horacio Fontova and an instrumental by Hugo Fattoruso.

Enjoy them!

Version: Jaime Roos / José Carbajal (voice) - Disco: That (1980)

Version: Horacio Fontova (Argentina) - Disco: Fontova and nephews (1985)

Version: Hugo Fattoruso (Uruguay ) - Disco: Science Fiction (2005)

Lyrics:

In the cold night lost what

his soul was lost in the gale

such beauty that happy afternoon

that lit the lights of our city

In the cold night that was lost

old newspapers in his voice trailed off

the clothes hanging on the wires

greets away, prolonging the goodbye

They say it was, say it is here

say that he has died, say they will

They say it was, say it is here

say it is dead, say will

avenues in the windows cleaned

open balconies to let the sun

people resumes his tense way

rumbles on concrete work

In the melody playing sometimes

scissors asking people

the neighborhood breathes the times before

autumn clouds, that illusion

They say it was, say it is here

say that he has died, say they will

They say it was, say it is here

say that he has died, say they will

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Just a few days ago released the latest album so far Fernando Cabrera, songs. Among many good topics Cabrera plays, today I choose this beautiful theme José Carbajal "El Sabalero." Hope you enjoy!

Version: Jose Carbajal "El Sabalero" (Uruguay) - Disco: Popular Song (1970)

Version: Fernando Cabrera (Uruguay) - Disco: Songs Own (2010)

Lyrics:

From Eastern Rosary

floor with the same name

freshwater creek

camalotes dress

tears of a poor child

like sea largest river

mixing with the blood

that the ceibal RAGALA

Del tembleque the mutated

all day must walk

silence is your vaquiano

his dagger and stone

look at the passion flowers

burucuya flowers

and its orange fruit given

their sentences can sweeten

Hunting, hunting the pichonero will

footsie barefoot through the spinal

wanted to fill his empty bag

still a long way to walk

night was about the sea

pushing the day by the grassland

stone path to return

still a good walking distance

popcorn can be heard crying

one hundred nests without children and a nest with bread

who is born poor learn to kill

when pichoneros hunger dies there will be no

Hunting, hunting the pichonero will

footsie barefoot through the spinal

wanted to fill his empty bag

still a long way to walk

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Lyrics: Horacio Sanguinetti (1944)

Music: José Dames

Version: Julio Sosa (Uruguay)

Version: Navarro Monica (Uruguay) - Disco: packet of tangos (2007)

Lyrics:

I come to your home ...

I do not know how I could!

If I have said you're not,

that will never return ...

If I have said that you're gone!

much snow in my soul!

so quiet there at your door!

When she came to the door,

a lock of pain

heart stopped me.

Nothing, nothing left in your house where ...

Only yuyal weave cobwebs.

The rose does not exist

and is sure to has died to leave you ...

Everything is a cross!

Nothing, nothing but sadness and stillness.

anyone tell me if you live yet ...

Where are you, to tell

sorry I'm back today to find your love?

already away from home me

and I go and I do not know where ...

Without wishing I say goodbye

and even the echo of your voice

of nowhere he responds.

In the cross of your lock

for your grief I have prayed

and shot in your door

a Flower made tear

my poor heart.

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And so

Words and music: Jaime Roos

Version: Jaime Roos (accompanied by The Olimareños ) - Disco: South (1987)

Version: Jorge Lazaroff - Disco: Mason (1979)

Lyrics:

Reading the headlines lies

looking legs of any woman

eager to conclude

man long to think

that is, that was born in his heart milongón

and so, that grew in his heart milongón

and so, that lives in your heart milongón

Wanting to find the insult must

distressed because they create a stupid

remembers a dance high school students

and sometimes you occurs to

that is, that was born in his heart milongón

and so, that grew in his heart milongón

Taking stock of your marriage

stone face wheel bar

invents a probable final

and it gives for thinking

that is, the milongón born in your heart

and yes, that was born in his heart milongón

and so, that grew in his heart milongón

and so, that the lives in your heart milongón

and so in July and

and so, that grew in his heart milongón

and so, that lives in your heart milongón