Un pequeño pasajero se sube al tren
vendedor de caramelos a dos por cien
va olvidando poco a poco en el andén 
su niñez y su razón de ser.

Va dejando en cada asiento su soledad
caramelos en paquetes que piden pan
cada venta es un reproche que viene y va,
sin cesar, hacia la humanidad.

Él se siente capaz 
de fumar o robar
no le asombra el dolor
no conoce el amor.

Muchos niños tienen un tren para jugar
pero hay otro niño con un tren de verdad
él no juega, sufre la indiferencia y el mal
está solo con un tren de verdad.

Pequeño pasajero-Vivencia. Qué vergüenza que sea una letra todavía actual. 

There was a time, when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words were inviting
There was a time, when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time, then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

I dreamed a dream-Les Misèrables. Es tan triste, pero tan bonita...

It's a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved

No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home

I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
I give much more
Than I'd ever ask for

Hamburg Song-Keane.

No es oro todo lo que reluce,
ni toda la gente errante anda perdida;
a las raíces profundas no llega la escarcha,
el viejo vigoroso no se marchita.

De las cenizas subirá un fuego,
y una luz asomará en las sombras;
el descoronado será de nuevo rey,
forjarán otra vez la espada rota.

Un Anillo para gobernarlos a todos, un Anillo para encontrarlos, un Anillo para atraerlos a todos y atarlos en las Tinieblas.