Men sag mig, Elen Papilla, vart amnar du ga? Jo, jag ska finna nagon som har gomts i en vra. Som har gomts i en vra. Men sag mig, Elen Papilla, orsaken
querido / Teus abracos precisam dos meus / Os meus bracos precisam dos teus / Estou tao sozinha / Tenho os olhos cansados de olhar / Para o alem / Vem ver a
imprigionare Rosa da impazzire Rosa da implorare Rosa da fuggire E da ritrovare E se c?e una rosa Donna di piu E primavera: una rosa tu sei vieni a piantare
you wanna do samba samba in my mind samba samba in your eyes samba samba in my mind samba samba in your eyes samba samba in my mind samba samba in your
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mia tavola si siedera. Perche questo e un samba, pranzo di poveri e d'uccelli, pietra se pietra non ti stanca e vento se lo respirerai, e come ogni samba
make a samba with beauty It's needed a bit of sadness If not the samba can't be made To make a samba is not like telling a joke And who makes samba like
per essere solo perdono Fare un samba non e una barzelletta Chi fa un samba cosi non e poeta Il samba e preghiera, se lo vuoi Samba e
a little samba! [CHORUS] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba
um samba nao Fazer samba nao e contar piada E quem faz samba assim nao e de nada O bom samba e uma forma de oracao Porque o samba e a tristeza que
a stranger, I'm a stranger I'm a stranger in this town No, no, no, no I mean no danger, I'm a stranger, I'm a stranger I'm just a stranger in this town
the grownups laughed out loud Now the years roll on, tired voices have all gone Now they ride their thunder through the heavens There's a world in every
, goodbye If God was a woman If God was a woman If God was a woman If God was a woman We's all burn in hell If God was a Woman, woman, woman, woman
tears, they leave a stain The streets have left him broken He's in the final phase It's been a long hard road From his glory days There's a tattoo
the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid I was alright Just a small town homeboy, with big dreams Following his conscience, in a world
Life is a road Forever winding where it leads us I don't know In it together for better or worse Searching for our pal of gold Time leaves a trail Of
of these stars Swaying in thrall to the fading guitars Lost on the beach in this trance They're playing the last samba The last samba The last samba
When you think you've got problems When you're feeling confused When you don't know from troubles And your brain is in a shnew Every Thomas Dick and