Bolero de Mastropiero
Johann Sebastian Mastropiero, luego de separarse de su amada condesa Shortshot, pasó por una repentina ausencia de inspiración, por una total imposibilidad creativa. Consciente de su incapacidad, Mastropiero resolvió dedicarse a la crítica músical, aceptar el cargo de superintende de música de la comuna, ocuparse de la supervisión artística de un importante sello grabador y dirigir un conservatorio, el "Centro de Altos Estudios Musicales Manuela". De esta época es su "Boleró opus 62" que interpreta la camerata tropical de Les Luthiers.
Pasión abrasadora, pasión que me atormenta...
Pasión, que nos consume el loco amor... aaaaahhhh...
Ardor de tus labios en mi boca...
Ardor que sólo calma el Pancután, Pancután...
Huiremos por las praderas enloquecidamente... (meeenteee)
huiremos por los trigales con loco ardor... (con loco ardooor)
iremos ... ll tomados... ll de la manooo... (maaanoooo)
iremos bajo el cielo de verano... (uuuuuhh)
Te amoo... cuánto te amo... te amo, te amo, te amo...te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo...
En realidad...
Te aprecio... te estimo... bastante...
Mi amor, dientes de perla, mi amor, boca de fresa...
mi amor, belleza pura de nuestro edén...
candor de tu hermosura incomparable...
candor, ¡ay! que candor, ¡cuánto candor! (pero que inmenso candooor)
Tu piel, tersura incomparable cual suave terciopelo (peelooo)
Tus ojos, tus piernas, tus manos, tus dedos, tus narices (tus nariiicessss)
Tu pecho, tu espalda, tu piel, tus cabellos, tu cintura, tu talle, tus dientes, tus labios, tus codos, tus cejas, tus brazos, tus pies, tus pestañas, tus caderas, tus rodillas, tus mejillas, tus falanges, tus muñecas, tus orejas, tus tobillos... (etcéteraaa)
Tu boca (Suu boca)...
Tu bella bocaaa (Su bella booocaaa)..
Me habla de Dios (Le habla de Diooos)
Me habla del cielo (Le habla del cieelooo)
Me habla (Le habla...)
Me habla (Le habla...)
Me habla (Le habla...)
Me habla (Le habla...)
Me habla, me habla, me habla, ¡ME HABLA!
(De amooooooooor...)
(álbum: Cantata Laxatón)
Mastropiero's Bolero
Johann Sebastian Mastropiero, after separating from his beloved Countess Shortshot, went through a sudden lack of inspiration, a total creative impossibility. Aware of his incapacity, Mastropiero decided to dedicate himself to music criticism, accept the position of music superintendent of the commune, take care of the artistic supervision of an important recording label, and direct a conservatory, the 'Center for Advanced Musical Studies Manuela.' From this time is his 'Bolero opus 62' performed by the tropical chamber group of Les Luthiers.
Burning passion, passion that torments me...
Passion, that crazy love consumes us... aaaaahhhh...
Heat of your lips on my mouth...
Heat only calmed by Pancután, Pancután...
We will flee through the meadows madly... (meeenteee)
we will run through the wheat fields with crazy ardor... (with crazy ardor)
we will go... hand in hand... (hand in haaand)
we will go under the summer sky... (uuuuuhh)
I love you... how much I love you... I love you, I love you, I love you... I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...
Actually...
I appreciate you... I esteem you... quite a lot...
My love, pearl teeth, my love, strawberry mouth...
my love, pure beauty of our Eden...
candor of your incomparable beauty...
candor, oh! what candor, how much candor! (such immense candor)
Your skin, incomparable smoothness like soft velvet (peelooo)
Your eyes, your legs, your hands, your fingers, your noses (your noses)
Your chest, your back, your skin, your hair, your waist, your figure, your teeth, your lips, your elbows, your eyebrows, your arms, your feet, your eyelashes, your hips, your knees, your cheeks, your phalanges, your wrists, your ears, your ankles... (etcetera)
Your mouth (Your mouth)...
Your beautiful mouth (Your beautiful mouth)...
Speaks to me of God (Speaks to me of God)
Speaks to me of heaven (Speaks to me of heaven)
Speaks to me (Speaks to me)
Speaks to me (Speaks to me)
Speaks to me (Speaks to me)
Speaks to me (Speaks to me)
Speaks to me, speaks to me, speaks to me, SPEAKS TO ME!
(Of loooove...)
(album: Laxatón Cantata)