Testi:
Franck Martin

Era la puta mas gorda que nunca hubiese visto, la mujer mas gorda que hubiese mirado. Tenia un vestido de seda con aguas collar de cuentas, abanico

Darling, je vous aime beaucoup Je ne sais pas what you do You know you've completely Stolen my heart Morning, noon and nighttime too Toujours, wondering

Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me heaven sighs And though I close my eyes I see la vie

The last time I saw Paris Her heart was warm and gray I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe The last time I saw Paris Her trees were

Gigi Am I a fool without a mind Or have I merely been too blind to realize Oh Gigi Why you've been growing up before my very eyes Gigi You're not at

Just got back from Paris France All they do is sing and dance All they got is romance What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers Every lover's in a trance

A small cafe mam'selle A rendezvous mam'selle The violins were warm and sweet and so were you mam'selle And as the night danced by Her kiss became a

Oggi e un giorno di Marzo quando il freddo sta li per finire da non dire che fa quasi caldo per restare su un prato a dormire. Sotto il cielo di un giorno

Marta, pensa a me e se mi pensi fallo davvero, ti ho regalato un crisantemo perche di rose non c'e n'ho piu. Credi, poi me ne andro via, io non son bravo