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Eric Clapton: Clapton

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Reprise Records
Released: 2010.09.28
Time:
 61:55
Category: Blues
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *****..... (5/10)
Media type: 6 x CD Box
Web address: www.ericclapton.com
Appears with: The Yardbirds
Purchase date: 2010.01.06
Price in €: 4,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Travelin' Alone (Jackson) - 3:56
[2] Rocking Chair (Carmichael) - 4:04
[3] River Runs Deep (Cale) - 5:52
[4] Judgement Day (Pryor) - 3:13
[5] How Deep Is the Ocean (Berlin) - 5:29
[6] My Very Good Friend the Milkman (Burke/Spina) - 3:20
[7] Can't Hold Out Much Longer (Jacobs) - 4:08
[8] That's No Way to Get Along (Wilkins) - 6:07
[9] Everything Will Be Alright (Cale) - 3:51
[10] Diamonds Made from Rain (Bramhall/Costa/Stanley) - 4:22
[11] When Somebody Thinks You're Wonderful (Woods) - 2:51
[12] Hard Times Blues (Hardin) - 3:45
[13] Run Back to Your Side (Bramhall/Clapton) - 5:17
[14] Autumn Leaves (Kosma/Merder/Prevert) - 5:40

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Eric Clapton - Guitar, Mandolin, Vocals, Composer, Producer

J.J. Cale - Guitar, Vocals
Paul Carrack - Hammond Organ
Dr. Michael White - Clarinet
Jim Keltner - Percussion, Drums
Sheryl Crow - Vocals
Kim Wilson - Harmonica
Terry Evans - Background Vocals
David Guy - Trumpet
Nick Ingman - Conductor
The London Session Orchestra - Strings
Lynn Mabry - Background Vocals
Wynton Marsalis - Trumpet
James Poyser - Hammond Organ
Walt Richmond - Piano, Keyboards, Hammond Organ, Wurlitzer
Jeremy Stacey - Drums
Justin Stanley - Percussion
Allen Toussaint - Piano
Derek Trucks - Guitar, Slide Guitar
Willie Weeks - Bass, Upright Bass
Arnold McCuller - Background Vocals
Willie Green Jr. - Background Vocals
Doyle Bramhall II - Guitar, Percussion, Vocals, Soloist, Hi Hat
Cayetano Hingle - Cymbals, Bass Drums
Printz Board - Trumpet
Neal Sugarman - Tenor Saxophone
Abe Laboriel Jr. - Drums
Nikka Costa - Background Vocals
Tim Izo Orindgreff - Saxophone
Elizabeth Lea - Trombone
James Pyser - Hammond Organ
Perry Montague-Mason - Concert Master
Leon Michels - Tenor Saxophone
Thomas Brenneck - Horn
Bruce Brackman - Clarinet
Steve Riley - Accordion
Clarence Slaughter - Tenor Saxophone
Troy "Trombone Shorty" Andrews - Trombone, Trumpet, Snare Drums
Herman Labeaux - Drums
Edward Lee - Sousaphone
Debra Parsons - Background Vocals
Dan Ostreicher - Baritone Saxophone
Chris Severan - Upright Bass
Matt Pyreem - Tuba
Sereca Henderson - Organ

Justin Stanley - Composer, Producer, Engineer, Horn Arrangements
Doyle Bramhall II - Composer, Producer, Vocal Arrangements
Gavin Lurssen - Mastering
Nick Ingman - String Arrangements
Patrick Warren - String Arrangements
Terry O'Neil - Cover Photo, Back Cover Photo
Lane Hardin - Composer
Irving Berlin - Composer
J.J. Cale - Composer
Hoagy Carmichael - Composer
Robert Wilkins - Composer
Snooky Pryor - Composer
Johnny Burke - Composer
Joseph Kosma - Composer
Harry Woods - Composer
Walter Jacobs - Composer
Harold Spina - Composer
Nikka Costa - Composer
Melvin Jackson - Composer
Andre Prevert - Composer
John Merder - Composer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2010 CD Reprise 525325

Co-produced by guitarist and long-time collaborator Doyle Bramhall II, ‘Clapton’ features an all star cast of musical collaborations started with the legendary JJ Cale, drummer Jim Keltner, bassist Willie Weeks, and keyboardist Walt Richmond - and the sessions later added guests including Steve Winwood, Wynton Marsalis, Sheryl Crow, Allen Toussaint, and Derek Trucks. Clapton created a collection that touches on everything from century-old traditional brass bands to little-known country blues to brand-new originals. The result is both relaxed and revelatory, and unlike anything the guitarist has done in his legendary career. ‘This album wasn't what it was intended to be at all,’ says Eric Clapton. ‘It's actually better than it was meant to be because, in a way, I just let it happen. It's an eclectic collection of songs that weren't really on the map - and I like it so much because if it's a surprise to the fans, that's only because it's a surprise to me, as well.’



„Dieses Album war eigentlich so nicht beabsichtigt“, sagt Eric Clapton. „Ich habe die Dinge einfach laufen lassen. Herausgekommen ist eine Sammlung von Songs, die nicht wirklich auf der Hand lagen. Für mich kamen sie überraschend und genauso wird es für die Fans sein.“

Auf „Clapton“, seinem 19. Soloalbum, erforscht der einzige Musiker, der gleich dreimal in die Rock and Roll Hame Of Fame aufgenommen worden ist, die ganze Bandbreite von Einflüssen, die ihm geholfen haben, sein musikalisches Ausdrucksvermögen zu finden. Aus dem Funken einer Idee – dem Wunsch, einige Jazz-Standards aufzunehmen, mit denen er aufgewachsen ist, und dazu ein paar Songs seines Freundes J.J. Cale – hat Clapton eine umfassende Kollektion zusammengestellt: von hundert Jahre altem Brass-Band-Sound über unbekannte Country-Blues-Nummern zu brandneuen Eigenkompositionen. Das Resultat klingt entspannt und anders als alles, was der Gitarrist in seiner bisherigen Karriere aufgenommen hat.

„Immer, wenn es daran geht, ein Album aufzunehmen, stehe ich entweder unter dem Druck, etwas Großes ausdrücken zu wollen oder gar nichts“, sagt Clapton. „Wenn da nichts ist, wende ich eine List an und dann kommt oft etwas Interessantes darunter hervor. So sind einige meiner wichtigsten Alben entstanden, ‚Unplugged’ zum Beispiel. Bei diesem neuen Album dachte ich, dass wir sicher viel Spaß haben werden. Es gab keine Vorüberlegungen, alles kam wie von allein an die Oberfläche.“

Nach „Back Home“ (2005) war Clapton in verschiedenen Projekten mit anderen Musikern involviert, darunter einem Album mit J.J. Cale („The Road To Escondido“, 2006), einer historischen Tournee mit Steve Winwood (dokumentiert auf der Grammy-nominierten „Live At Madison Square Garden“) sowie einer Zusammenarbeit mit Jeff Beck. Dieser Geist lebt auf „Clapton“ weiter: Co-Produzent und Gitarrist Doyle Bramhall II gehört ebenso dazu wie eine bemerkenswerte Schar von Musikern wie Schlagzeuger Jim Keltner, Bassist Willie Weeks und Keyboarder Walt Richmind. Später stießen bei den Sessions noch Winwood, Cale, Wynton Marsalis, Sheryl Crow, Allen Toussaint und Derek Trucks hinzu. „Das Album wurde in der drei verschiedenen US-Bundesstaaten und zwei Ländern aufgenommen. Es gab uns die Möglichkeit, einen musikalischen Traum auszuleben. Es war eine sehr produktive Zeit, denn die Musik selbst hat uns den Weg gezeigt“, sagt Doyle Bramhall II.

Claptons Begeisterung für den Blues hat sein musikalisches Leben von den frühen Tagen mit den Yardbirds und John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers bis zu seiner jüngsten Zusammenarbeit mit B.B. King und der seiner Überarbeitung der Songs von Robert Johnson definiert. Weniger vertraut mag dagegen das Aufeinandertreffen von ausgelassenen Jazznummern und typischen Pop-Standards sein, die „Clapton“ ebenso ausmachen. „Ich liebe die Musik von älteren Künstlern“, sagt Clapton. „Wenn ich Musik höre, gehe ich in der Zeit zurück. Die meisten Leute versuchen herauszufinden, wie sie auf die Überholspur kommen. Ich gehe den umgekehrten Weg, ich möchte herausfinden, ob ich diese Musik von damals hinbekomme.“

Nach vier Dekaden als einer der weltbesten Gitarristen nähert sich Eric Clapton, inzwischen 65 Jahre alt, diesen Songs mit vertrauter Sicherheit. Er findet einen Weg, um „Traveling Alone“ des texanische Bluesmusikers Little Son Jackson, J.J. Cales „River Runs Deep“ und das bewegende „How Deep Is The Ocean“ unter ein Dach zu bringen. Als er gegenüber dem Gitarristen Ry Cooder diesen Weg beschrieb, antwortete der: „Das kannst du nicht machen, das ist ja wie ein Peitschenschlag!“ Clapton schmunzelte über diese Antwort und überlegte, ob er das Album nicht „Whiplash“, also „Peitschenschlag“, nennen sollte.

„Ein Lied wie ‚Autumn Leaves’ dreht sich darum, was wirklich in unserem Leben passiert“, sagt Clapton. „Wir spielen Rock ’n’ Roll und Blues, aber am Ende des Tages sind wir doch alle Balladensänger. Dieser Song öffnet die Türen für eine Vielzahl von Möglichkeiten. Er darf ruhig etwas schmalzig sein, man muss ihn nur richtig spielen. Mit einer Prise Funk funktioniert er.“

Mitten in den Aufnahmen zu „Clapton“ musste Clapton ins Krankenhaus, um sich Gallensteine entfernen zu lassen. Während seiner Rekonvaleszenz hatte er eine musikalische Vision, durch die er dem ohnehin schon überraschenden Mix des Albums ein weiteres Element hinzufügte: „Als Eric im Krankenhaus war, kamen ihm zwei Fats-Waller-Songs ins Gedächtnis“, erinnert sich Doyle Bramhall. „Also haben wir sie aufgenommen, weil sie für Eric eine besondere Bedeutung hatten.“ Bramhall kontaktierte daraufhin Allen Toussaint, die große New-Orleans-Eminenz. Toussaint ist ein Experte, was dem virtuosen Komponisten und Komiker Fats Waller angeht. So entstanden die Aufnahmen von „My Very Good Friend The Milkman“ und „When Somebody Thinks You’re Wonderful“ mit zwei Klavieren, einem Trompetensolo von Wynton Marsalis und einer klassischen New-Orleans-Bläser-Truppe, zu der Trombone Shorty und Dr. Michael White von der Preservation Hall Jazz Band gehörten.

Obwohl dieser Dixieland-Stil mit nichts vergleichbar ist, was man von Clapton kennt, ist ihm die Frage nach dem riesigen musikalischen Umfang von „Clapton“ doch bestens vertraut: „Die Herausforderung ist eigentlich immer gleich. Wie gehe ich zum Beispiel mit einer Skip-James-Nummer um? Übersetze ich sie in zeitgenössischen Blues oder in einen Rock-Kontext? Zum Glück habe ich die Möglichkeit, Musiker auszuwählen, die ich kenne, denen ich vertraue und von denen ich weiß, dass sie etwas eigenes in die Sessions mitbringen, was einzigartig ist.“

Dieses Album ist die erste Studioarbeit des Gitarristen seit der Veröffentlichung seiner Bestseller-Autobiografie, die ebenfalls schlicht und auf den Punkt nur „Clapton“ hieß. Der für das Buch erforderlichen Selbstbeobachtung folgt nun ein Projekt, dessen 14 Songs klingen wie die musikalischen Memoiren einer ungewöhnlichen Reise. Bei den Aufnahmen dafür habe er ganz besondere Zuhörer vor Augen gehabt, sagt Clapton. „Wenn ich auf der Bühne stehe, muss ich mich auf jemanden konzentrieren. Auf meine Frau zum Beispiel oder eine meiner Töchter oder einen Freund, den ich lange nicht gesehen habe. Als ich die Aufnahmen für dieses Album gemacht habe, dachte ich oft an meine Großmutter, an meine Mutter und an einen Onkel. Diese drei Menschen waren die größten Einflüsse in meinem Leben, ihnen habe ich vorgesungen.“
Nachdem er das Material von „Clapton“ bewältigt hat, ist dieser Großmeister der Musik schon wieder von zukünftigen Möglichkeiten inspiriert. Nachdem er dieses Projekt aus einer Laune heraus begonnen hatte, fand er sich plötzlich in einer Situation wieder, die ihm viele unerwartete Richtungen offerierte: „Das nächste, was ich gerne machen würde, ist Latin Music oder noch etwas mehr New Orleans Jazz. Ich könnte elektrische Gitarre spielen, als wäre ich mit Louis Armstrong und den Hot Five zusammen. Klingt doch großartig, oder?“

Amazon.de



Clapton is Eric Clapton†s first solo album in five years, but he hardly spent the back half of the 2000s in seclusion. After 2005†s Back Home, he went on a journey through the past, writing a 2007 autobiography -- also titled Clapton, although that†s the only connection they shared - mending fences with Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker for a brief Cream reunion, establishing a lasting connection with his old Blind Faith bandmate Steve Winwood, and recording a duet album with his †70s inspiration JJ Cale. This embrace of history isn†t directly heard on Clapton but it†s certainly felt, extending to how EC relies on old tunes - blues and country, but also pop and R&B - for the bulk of this 14-track album. EC is no stranger to covers and the sound of the album is familiar, but there†s no record quite like Clapton in his catalog. The closest may be Unplugged, which also ambles along with an unhurried shuffle, but this boasts a greater musical range, mixing up Fats Waller and Robert Wilkins with Hoagy Carmichael and Irving Berlin, finding room for guests appearances by Winwood, Allen Toussaint, Wynton Marsalis, Sheryl Crow, Derek Trucks and selected members from Preservation Hall Jazz Band. Yes, it is eclectic, even dipping into a bit of a soulful soft-rock groove on "†Everything Will Be Alright,†" but not self-consciously so. Clapton flows easily, the blues never hitting too hard, the New Orleans jazz never getting too woozy, the standards never too sleepy, the sounds subtly shifting but changing all the same. It†s leisurely in its performance and its length, perhaps running just a little too long, but it†s hard to complain because the slow ramble is so enjoyable. Eric Clapton has never sounded so relaxed on record, either as a singer - he is supple and casually authoritative, a far cry from the tentative lead vocalist of his earliest solo records - or a bandleader, sounding at peace with his past yet harboring no desire to recycle it, even if he†s reaching back far beyond the blues that initially sparked his interest in music. He†s simply laying back and enjoying what he†s playing, winding up with one of his simplest and best records.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, Rovi All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Travelin' Alone

I ain't gonna tell nobody
What Santa Fe 've done for me
I ain't gonna tell nobody
What Santa Fe 've done for me

If you want to know baby
You sure have to come and see

81's in the yardie
2's are on the road
81's in the yardie
2's are on the road

81 makes your living
82 put you out of door

Nobody knows on trouble
But the good Lord above
Nobody knows my trouble
But the good Lord above

Well you know how I feel
If ya'ever have been in love

Lord I ain't go down
That big road by myself
Lord I ain't go down
That big road by myself

If you can't go with me
Carry somebody else

I ain't gonna tell nobody
What Santa Fe 've done for me
I ain't gonna tell nobody
What Santa Fe 've done for me

If you want to know baby
You sure have to come and see

Rocking Chair

Old rockin' chair's got me, my cane by my side
Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere
Just set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rockin' chair

My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be
Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I see
Old rockin' chair gets it, Judgement Day is here
Chained to my rockin' chair

Old rockin' chair's got me, son, (Rocking chair got you, father)
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (Ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'fore I tan your hide, now, (You're gonna tan my hide)

You know, I can't get from this old cabin (What cabin? joking)
I ain't goin' nowhere (Why ain't you goin' nowhere?)
Just sittin' me here grabbin' (Grabbin')
At the flies round this old rockin' chair (Rockin' chair)

Now you remember dear old aunt Harriet, (Aunt Harriet)
How long in Heaven she be? (She's up in Heaven)
Send me down, send me down sweet (Sweet chariot) chariot
End of this trouble I see (I see, Daddy)

Old rockin' chair gets it, son (Rocking chair get it, father)
Judgement Day is here, too (Your Judgement Day is here)
Chained to my rockin', old rockin' chair


River Runs Deep

Well, the river runs deep and the water is cold as ice
The river runs deep and the water is cold as ice
I go down there every chance I get
It's where my baby she met her death
And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice

Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me
Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me
Running 'round, that's what they said
She's at the bottom of the river dead
And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice

No cheating woman gonna get a good man down
No cheating woman gonna get a good man down
Running 'round like a silly fool
You're gonna end up at the bottom of the pool
And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice


Judgement Day

What you gonna do on judgement day
The time's run out now, you can't stay
Screaming and crying, you got to go
Turn and say, "Peter won't you open the door?"

Yes, I'm coming
(Yes, I'm coming)
Yes, I'm coming
(Yes, I'm coming)
Yes, I'm coming
Just like my time alone

When I die you can't bury me
... women at my head and feet
You fold my arms across my chest
You tell me friends that I'm gone to rest

Yes, I'm coming
(Yes, I'm coming)
Yes, I'm coming
(Yes, I'm coming)
Yes, I'm coming
Just like my time alone

When I'm dead right there in my grave
You're gonna be sorry
That you treat me like a slave
There ain't no one can take my place
You're gonna cry your blues away

Yes, I'm coming
Yes, I'm coming
Yes, I'm coming
Just like my time alone


How Deep Is The Ocean

How can I tell you what is in my heart?
How can I measure each and every part?
How can I tell you how much I love you?
How can I measure just how much I do?

How much do I love you?
I'll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?

How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?

How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?

And if I ever lost you
How much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?


My Very Good Friend The Milkman

My very good friend the milkman says
That I've been losing to much sleep
He doesn't like the hours I keep
And he suggests that you should marry me

My very good friend the mailman says
That it would make his burden less
If we both had the same address
And he suggests that you should marry me.

Then there's a very friendly fellow who prints
All the latest real estate news
And every day he sends me blueprints
Of cottages with country views

My very good friends the neighbours say
That they've been watching little things I do
And they perceive that I love you
So I suggest that you should marry me.


Can't Hold Out Much Longer

You know I'm just crazy about you baby,
Wonder, do you ever think of me.
You know I'm crazy about you baby,
But you don't care nothing in the world for me.

Well I can't sleep at night
I just cats nap through the day
I can't hold out much longer
Lord, living this way.

You know I'm just crazy about you baby,
Wonder, do you ever think of me.
You know I'm in love with you darling,
But you don't care nothing in the world for me.

Now there ain't but the one thing momma
That makes your daddy drink.
When you say that you don't love me,
Well lord I begin to think.

You know I'm just crazy about you baby,
Wonder, do you ever think of me.
You know I'm wild about you honey,
But you don't care nothing in the world for me.


That's No Way To Get Along

I'm goin' home, friends, sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
That that's no way to get along

These low-down women, mama, they treated your, ahw, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him to get along

They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
Mama, made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along

You know, that was enough, mama, to make your son wished he's dead and gone
Mama, wished I's dead and gone
That is enough to make your son, mama, wished he's dead and gone
That is enough to make your son, mama, wished he's dead and gone
'Cause that's no way for him to get along

I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
I cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
Cryin', "That's no way for me to get along"

I's wantin' some train to come along and take me away from here
Friends, take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
And that's no way for me to get along


Everything Will Be Alright

Same old hassle every night
All we do is fuss and fight
Ain't no use in talking, might as well start walking
Walking out into the night
You get your gun, I'll get mine
We can do it just one time
If we live no longer, it won't get no stronger
Then we'll know who's really right

All we do is weep and moan
Trying to build ourself a home
Ain't no shame in trying, ain't no use denying
Everything will be alright


Diamonds Made From Rain

The moment's come and gone
Every memory leaves a trace
All that I've come to know
In the lines upon my face

Every storm that I have turned
Each forgiveness I have earned
Every shame that's taught me grace
From you I have learned

No love is lost
No love is lost

That everything is shown to me
I let it wash over me
Like diamonds made of rain
You can find joy inside the pain

Everything that I've endured
For the wisdom of a pearl
I wouldn't change a thing
You can make diamonds from the rain

Every mile of this road
Every chord that's struck my soul
You are the melody
That will soothe me 'til I'm old

If the promises are kept
I'll waive all of my regrets
I can say I've overcome
With you, my heart is open

No love was lost
No love was lost

That everything is shown to me
I let it wash over me
Like diamonds made of rain
You can find joy inside the pain

Everything that I've endured
For the wisdom of a pearl
I wouldn't change a thing
You can make diamonds from the rain


When Somebody Thinks You're Wonderful

When somebody thinks you're wonderful
What a difference in your day
Seems as though your troubles disappear
Like a feather in your way

When somebody thinks you're wonderful
Tells you with a smile so sweet
What are little stones you step on
Just a meadow 'neath your feet

And how you meet the morning
And gaily swing along
At night you may be weary
But your heart still sings a song

When somebody thinks you're wonderful
Love is mighty close to you
Just another thing more wonderful
Making all her dreams come true

And how you meet the morning
And gaily swing along
At night you may be weary
But your heart still sings a song

When somebody thinks you're wonderful
Love is mighty close to you
Just another thing more wonderful
Making all her dreams come true


Hard Times Blues

Now it's hard time, baby, hard times everywhere I go
Hard times, baby, hard times everywhere I go
Now these people keep cryin' 'bout hard times, they comin' more and more

Now I don't even see what these poor people is going to do
Now I can't see what people, these poor people is going to do
Keep cryin' about these hard times and they coming more and more

Now I went to the factory this mornin' where I had worked ten years ago
And I went to the factory this mornin' where I had worked ten years ago
And the bossman told me that they ain't hirin' in here no more

Hard times, boy, and it's hard times everywhere I go
Hard times, boy, hard times everywhere I go
These people keep crying 'bout hard times and there's no work in here no more

Now if I was a bluebird, mama, had my trunk packed on my back
Hey if I was a bluebird, had my trunk packed on my back
I would fly away from this town, mama, and I'd swear I would never come back.


Run Back To Your Side

'Fore the daylight catch me
I'll be moving on
'Fore the daylight catch me
I'll be moving on
I got nothing to lose, boy
All I had is gone

I should've know better
I should've hung around
I should've know better
I should've hung around
I had my head out of the window
Big beat on the ground

I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
You know that I miss you
Can't be satisfied

Well, I don't wanna be here
When the sun go down
I don't wanna be here
When the sun go down
Another day goin' nowhere
In this lonesome town

I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
Well, you know that I miss you
Can't be satisfied

I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
I'm gonna run
Run back to your side
But you know that I miss you
Can't be satisfied

'Fore the daylight catch me
I'll be moving on
'Fore the daylight catch me


Autumn Leaves

Oh! I would like as much as you remember
The happy days where we were friends.
In this time the life was more beautiful,
And the sun more burning than today.
The dead leaves collected with the shovel.
You see, I did not forget...
The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also
And the wind of North carries them
In the cold night of the lapse of memory.
You see, I did not forget
The song that you sang me.

[Refrain:]
This is a song which resembles to us.
You, you loved me and I loved you
And we lived both together,
You who loved me, me who loved you.
But the life separate those which love themselves,
All softly, without making noise
And the sea erases on the sand
The Steps of divided lovers.

The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also
But my quiet and faithful love
Smiles always and thanks the life
I loved you so much, you was so pretty.
Why do you want that I forget you?
In this time, the life was more beautiful
And the sun more burning than today.
You were my softer friend
But I don't have only to make regrets
And the song than you sang,
Always, always I will hear it!

[Refrain]

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