Biografía:
Yvonne Catterfeld nació el 2 de Diciembre de 1979 en Erfurt, Alemania. No sólo es cantante, sino también actriz, música y presentadora de televisión.
A sus 15 años empezó a tomar clases de Piano, Guitarra, Canto y Danza. Después de terminar sus estudios escolares en el Gimnasio Albert-Schweitzer en Erfurt se tomó una "año muerto" y luego estudió Jazz y Música Popular dos años en la Escuela Universitaria de Música de Leipzig. Durante este tiempo fué tambien la cantante de un grupo llamado Jamtonic.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
B Dbm
You never saw me leave
E B
Never heard
A
I was too proud
Abm
to show you my tears I was seventeen
[Verse 1]
Dbm
The postcards were few
E B
I didn't have the words to tell you
A
I was doing well but it was hard
B
Not having you
F#m
Someday you will
B
understand my reason for leaving
F#m B
Someday you will be seventeen
[Refrain]
Dbm E
And the road that I will go
B A
Through the streets of America
Dbm E
From its furthest northern shores
B
To its southern seas
Dbm E
And one day I'll return
B A
To the green fields of Ireland
Dbm
Where my Irish bonny lass
E B
Who waits for me
[Verse 2]
Dbm
I can picture now
B
As the evening sun comes to praise you
A Ab
A golden hue of light reflects on your face
Dbm
How sweet is your smile
B
I remember it well
A
Though I'm here on foreign site
B
My thoughts are with you
[Refrain]
Dbm E
And the road that I will go
B A
Through the streets of America
Dbm E
From its furthest northern shores
B
To its southern seas
Dbm E
And one day I'll return
B A
To the green fields of Ireland
Dbm
Where my Irish bonny lass
E B
Who waits for me
[Outro]
Dbm
Say you’ll wait for me
B Dbm
You never saw me leave
E B
Never heard
A
I was too proud
Abm
to show you my tears I was seventeen
[Verse 1]
Dbm
The postcards were few
E B
I didn't have the words to tell you
A
I was doing well but it was hard
B
Not having you
F#m
Someday you will
B
understand my reason for leaving
F#m B
Someday you will be seventeen
[Refrain]
Dbm E
And the road that I will go
B A
Through the streets of America
Dbm E
From its furthest northern shores
B
To its southern seas
Dbm E
And one day I'll return
B A
To the green fields of Ireland
Dbm
Where my Irish bonny lass
E B
Who waits for me
[Verse 2]
Dbm
I can picture now
B
As the evening sun comes to praise you
A Ab
A golden hue of light reflects on your face
Dbm
How sweet is your smile
B
I remember it well
A
Though I'm here on foreign site
B
My thoughts are with you
[Refrain]
Dbm E
And the road that I will go
B A
Through the streets of America
Dbm E
From its furthest northern shores
B
To its southern seas
Dbm E
And one day I'll return
B A
To the green fields of Ireland
Dbm
Where my Irish bonny lass
E B
Who waits for me
[Outro]
Dbm
Say you’ll wait for me
Z. Z. Hill
Za100let
Zabarjad
Zabitsu
Zablujena genera (...)