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sexta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2012

sábado, 8 de setembro de 2012

sexta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2012

Brigitte - Battez vous


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(Ouvia-a hoje na rádio e o refrão já não me sai da cabeça! )

Battez-Vous

Faites-vous la guerre pour me faire la cour
Maintenant battez-vous
Soyez gangsters, soyez voyous
Maintenant battez-vous
Toi mon tout, mon loubard
Tu serais mon lascar superstar


J’ai tellement besoin d’amour
De tes bras, de ta voix de velours


Sortez les dollars et les bijoux
Mettez-vous à genoux
Dans la Jaguar, dans la gadoue
Mettez-vous à genoux
Toi mon tout, mon loubard
Tu serais mon lascar superstar


J’ai tellement besoin d’amour
De tes bras, de ta voix de velours


J’ai tellement besoin d’amour
Tu ferais de moi ta belle de jour
Je rêve d’un king de kidnapping
De quitter mon pauvre living
Je veux du swing et du bling bling
Et que le meilleur gagne sur le ring
Toi mon tout, mon loubard
Tu serais mon lascar superstar

Moi j'ai si peur dans le noir

J’ai tellement besoin d’amour
De tes bras, de ta voix de velours

J’ai tellement besoin d’amour
Tu ferais de moi ta belle de jour
J’ai tellement besoin d’amour


Hey, maintenant battez-vous

Amnesie - Renée Aubry

quinta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2012

Ruin




I’ve seen gypsies who made it all the way
And kept going, kept rolling with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go.
As far as I’ve seen from the bush
In the wilderness, to every known city
I’ve been to Saudi Arabia, Dhaka, Calcutta
Soweto, Mozambique, Istanbul, Rio, Rome
Argentina, Chile, Mexico, Taiwan, Great Britain
Belfast, to the desert, Spain, Tokio
Some little bitty island in the middle of the Pacific
All the way back home, to my town
To my town
Bitching, complaining when some ṗeople who ain’t got shit to eat
Bitching, moaning, so many people you know they got
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin
As far as I’ve seen, from the bush
The wilderness, to every known city
I’ve been to Saudi Arabia, Dhaka, Calcutta
Soweto, Mozambique, Istanbul, Rio, Rome
Argentina, Chile, Mexico, Taiwan, Great Britain
Belfast, to the desert, Spain, Tokyo
Some little bitty island in the middle of the Ṗacific
All the way back home, to my town
To my town
Bitching, complaining when some people who ain’t got shit to eat
Bitching, moaning, so many people you know that they got
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin
What are we doing?
We’re sitting on a ruin

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O carinho que te tenho não to posso negar

terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2012

quinta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2012

terça-feira, 28 de agosto de 2012

segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012

I Believe




I believe for every drop of rain that falls 
A flower grows 
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night 
A candle glows 
I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come 
To show the way 
I believe, I believe
I believe above a storm the smallest prayer
Can still be heard
I believe that someone in the great somewhere
Hears every word
Everytime I hear a new born baby cry,
Or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why, I believe
Everytime I hear a new born baby cry,
Or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why, I believe


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sábado, 25 de agosto de 2012

Opium & Paris




Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis
Just walk through that door
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind
A bird on the wing

Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my blood
See rain from the sky above
Her song blind tears
And now
Those tears leave taste on my tongue
Like the warm rush you get from
Black opium
Black opium

Sometimes
I feel like I want to leave
Behind all these memories
And walk through that door
Outside
The black night calls my name
But all roads look the same
They lead nowhere
They lead nowhere

Baby be mine

sexta-feira, 24 de agosto de 2012

sexta-feira, 17 de agosto de 2012

Lucrecia Dalt

Ara Sobrevolar

domingo, 12 de agosto de 2012

sexta-feira, 10 de agosto de 2012