Proof Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver foil to trim your wedding gown It’s true, the tools of love wear down Time passes A mind wanders It seems mindless, but it does Sometimes I see your face As if through reading glasses And your smile, it seems softer than it was Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof Sane people go crazy on you Say “No, man, that’s not The deal we made I got to go, I got to go” Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proof, yes Proof is the bottom line for everyone My face, my race Don’t matter anymore My sex, my checks Accepted at the door Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof Sane people go crazy on you Say “No, man, that’s not The deal we made I got to, I got to go” Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proof, yes Proof is the bottom line for everyone Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling And the sky is flecked with signs of hope Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby Wash your tangled curls with gambler’s soap Proof Some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof Sane people go crazy on you Say “No, man, that’s not The deal we made I got to, I got to, I got to” Faith Faith is an island in the setting sun But proof, yes Proof is the bottom line for everyone But proof, yes Proof is the bottom line for everyone Ver traducción en Español Guitarra eléctrica: George Seba y Martin Atangana Bajo: Andre Manga y Bakithi Kumalo Sintetizador: Justin Tchounou Batería: Steve Gadd Percusión: YaYo de la Nelson, Sidinho Moreira, Dom Chacal y Mingo Araujo Saxofón: Alain Hatot Trombón: Phillipe Slominski Acordeón: Jimmy McDonald Voces de fondo: Paul Simon, Florence Gnimagnon, Charlotte Mbango, Djana'd Mbango y Briz Grabada en los estudios "Guilhaume Tell" de Paris, en los "Impressao Digital Studios" de Rio de Janeiro y en "The Hit Factory" de Nueva York © 1989 Paul Simon (BMI) Disco: The Rhythm Of The Saints Comentarios: Una canción que habla de la implacable lucha por superar unos orígenes humildes y el deseo de mejorar. En este particular viaje una prueba es el punto final para todos. Discografía - Pagina Principal