Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They
que la page est blanche blanche comme un blanc d'oeuf blanc t'as les poches pleines de roubles l'eau que tu me sers est trouble suspends les particules
[Music: Pell / Lyrics: Soto] You been riding hard and you've Seen the face of heaven, The lawman has no mercy on your Soul. One kiss and you're gone
Claudio, sapessi quanta malinconia nell'attacco arioso del sax quanta via fatta dagli anni della nostalgia quanta vita riemersa ma vaga una sola fitta
'ardente priere de la nuit des gitans Ou vas-tu gitan ? Je vais en Boheme Ou vas-tu gitan ? Revoir l'Italie Et toi beau gitan ? En Andalousie Et toi vieux gitan
Quand elle etait la ! Pret a oublier ma peine Pret a me couper les veines Pret a refaire la vie Pret a refaire ma vie Pret a tuer les demons Qui m'empechent
je quittais la terre J'ai trouve mon etoile Je l'ai suivie un instant Sous le vent Je te donnerai Tous les bateaux, Tous les oiseaux Tous les soleils Toutes les roses, Toutes les
(parlato)Fu quando gli zingari arrivarono al mare che la gente li vide, che la gente li vide come si presentano loro, loro, loro gli zingari, come un
I think you?re coming around again Your psychic told you that she thinks it?s the end of the line You put on that smile again And somehow forget you
Qui bien souvent m?eclaire Il savait dans les yeux Faire semblant d?etre heureux Au fond de sa banlieue Meme dans les jours heureux J?aurais voulu tous Les
fond des temps Allant et puis revenant Les tzi les tzi les tziganes Ce sont nos parents anciens Les Indo-Europeens Les tzi les tzi les tziganes
Dogs were barking, guests were parking And my wedding was about to start Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping Then I got up on table and I said: I'll
(Rush / Cullers) If you know you're right When the others are wrong It's hard to sit and take it They treat you like you've lost your senses Call you
(Jennings) Young girls and porches are filling out Tempers and torches are burning Brown is the colour of town Living in thunder Hair on my top lip
(Jennings) Standing in the shadow Of a Spanish lady Second hand bargain With a song so sad And a rose in her hand Was crying Lonely rooms in back of
le temps des derniers tziganes Disparus l'enfant Voleur de cerceaux Les chevaux piaffants De tous leurs naseaux Disparus les anes Avec leurs paniers Les belles gitanes Sous les
I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy. He said when I grew up he'd marry me, Carry me away on his steed. "Don't worry, my baby! Don't die, my funny
Il fait beau au soleil sur le pont Je regarde les gitans de l'autre cote du port Ils sont beaux d'ici je ne vois pas leurs tetes Ils sont juste beaux