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Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum Il y a longtemps, quand j'etais un enfant ma mere Me racontait l'histoire d'un homme venu d'ailleurs De plus loin
C'est peu de dire que la vie c'est facile, crois-moi, Les coups sournois, on les connait, ca va ! J'en ai fini de dire que la vie c'est facile, Repete
Donne-moi un sourire pareil A celui que je veux donner Il sera le nouveau soleil D'un monde a inventer Des milliers d'oiseaux migrateurs De leurs ailes
Quand un oiseau pleure On dirait qu'il chante encore On dirait du bonheur Qui jusqu'a moi s'endort On se fie trop des apparences (?) Quelqu'un pres
Can you tell me what's wrong with the world today We could kill another for religion or different faith Have we forgotten the last sacrifice on a terrible
Pose ta joue sur mon epaule Qu'un peu d'eternite nous frole Ferme les yeux Soyons heureux, tous les deux Chasse tes soucis, tes problemes Autour de
Con un toque de la jairo Y un pase son de lavado Forjando un cigarro andaba Y en pura suiche rolaba Y despues bien mariguanos Sus corridos les cantaban
O MORRO NAO TEM VEZ O moro nao tem vez E o que ele fez ja foi demais Mas olhem bem voces, quando derem vez ao morro Toda a cidade vai cantar Escravo no
Its not the fear of seeing new days, but its the fear of seeing your eyes full of august promises and september curses and helping your hands with wayward
If i could steal youre waking, then i would hang you on the strings you'd stay cutting all the words,making circles with your feet poison on top of fracture
As the cold floor screams attention (determination......) I observe reactions with tears (......to make us see). Apologies for broken halo's and imperfection
Become this death as spite leaves your tongue, when double meanings kill my interest. This new mind (someone take my hand) will have its new hand to wash
Tonight my eyes won't close, the absolution is too late. And so are my words as they travel to you, they give the wrong sign. They give the wrong sign
We burn this town while your feet trapse through the landfills, eyes blind, eyes blind. As fallacy rules... From caskets to cavalcades with rain-making
Andrea does her dance on sidewalks building fires and tying us to lights and rythms fighting to ignore the shapes she throws fighting our way through
