In the secret of his dreams sitting in the darkness he is looking out through the window sounds and laughs resounding in his memory like a trembling on the other side of the window
waiting for the ending he sings the song telling the story of a man who know life's thorny like a rose waiting for the ending he sings the song
this is the story of a man who knows there's nobody else around
guiding bird has disappeared joining hands, he closes his eyes and put his head on the pillow something wrong has changed his faith in misery his life is like a movie waiting for a scenario
life...is...thorny like a rose pray...waiting...for an answer faith....
Y revuelve la pollera Y yo con la lengua fuera Tan solo porque le gusta Y a mi solo me disfruta Dile que solo me asusta Cuando baila ella me gusta Yo solo soy cajoneiro Y en el mundo entero Y yo aqui transpirando
Y a mi me gusta el lambo, eso me gusta ya A mi me gusta el lambo, el lambo me gusta...
(Rompa todo, negro, peru)
A ella le gusta el lambo No solo porque le gusta, el lambo le gusta Porque le gusta A ella le gusta el lambo
Ella mueve la cadera Este fue la madera Y lo baile a su manera Aqui hay ninguna fea En el grito zapatea Cada negro en su cajon...
A ella le gusta el lambo Yo solo quiere festejo Solo le doy festejo
Traduction :
Pas seulement parce qu'elle aime
Elle aime le "lambo"
Et elle retourne sa jupe Et avec la langue en dehors Elle aime tellement ça Moi ça m'amuse Dis lui que ça me fait peur Quand elle danse, ça me plaît Moi je ne suis qu'un joueur de cajon Et de tout le monde entier Je transpire ici pour elle
Moi j'aime le "lambo", ça me plaît... Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît...
Elle bouge les hanches Et elle le danse à sa manière Ici il n'y a aucune moche Et les crient claquent
Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît, Je ne veux que des festivités, Je ne lui donne que des festivités
Paroles ... Pop song. Mélancolique & obstiné. Voix de femmes, electronics & ...Pop song. Mélancolique & obstiné. Voix de femmes, electronics & rythmique.
Was there a boy, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Was there a girl, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girlAnyway
Paroles ... Pop song. Mélancolique & étrange. Voix de femme, accordéon & ...Pop song. Mélancolique & étrange. Voix de femme, accordéon & electronics.
White, salt, pearle fallFall on the ground,And disapear The day goes, slow downWhere do we go from here ? Hold me and tell me,Why on the ground, and here ? All your fingers inside,As time goes byAs a little wave on my backThe reasons change as clouds Pass all the day so slowly, Hold me and tell me why i go away and far And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,To walk, on the good side.
10000 miles away from my colleagues,I wish i could be wild but i remain completely shy:The pyramids of calls, the docility bay, I'm not sure i know how to fly away. And now the wind blows a papaya smell,I feel the precious pearl of pleasure stays stuck in a shell.My wishes are modest, but i'm not even sure What to expect from such a nice heavenly nest. My vocabulary is sadly thinI'm scared to make any move you could perceive as a dashCan i take a picture ? i don't want you to thinkI'm gonna steal your soul in a single flash A smoky place, a little bit scaryA bunch of troubles soon if they keep on staring at meI have to give a call,It's too hot, don't you think ?Has anyone dropped something in my drink ? 10000 miles away from fatherhood,I wish my inner devil would wake up, therefore i couldPut my hands on their hips,And all the kinds of lipsWould be welcome to taste my cute earlobes Why are you girls wearing a number ?Promiscuity embarasses me, we are still strangers.I'm sorry, but i can't, without knowing a bit About your dad, your life or favorite singer. And when i will be back where i belong,I know bitter regrets will make my days seem very long:Looking at the pictures of all the things i saw,Nothing but myself will appear and soI'll be alone,Will be the oneThat no coco surrounds
Paroles ... Chanson. Latin Pop. Voix d'homme & choeur. Violon solo @ 1'40 & ...Chanson. Latin Pop. Voix d'homme & choeur. Violon solo @ 1'40 & trompette @ 2'02.
LA VIDA, Pascal Morel
Nada mas
Una vez mas amor La vida suena lo quita Si me apartas tu vida yo moriré Tu mano fue volando de mis besos al noche En mi todo ese fuego se repite
Nada mas Oh la la la la la, la vida Oh la la la la la, nada mas...
Yo me perdi de noche En la sombra del desierto Porque la vida pega como lagrimas El dolor sube y baja como une sueño cansado Nadie recogera mi corazon de llanto
Oh la la la la la, la vida Oh la la la la la, nada mas...
Traduction
Rien de plus
Une fois de plus mon amour La vie sonne et sépare Si tu m'éloignes de ta vie, je mourrai Ta main volait entre mes baisers la nuit En moi ce feu se répète
Rien de plus Oh la la la la la, la vie Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...
Je me suis perdu cette nuit Dans l'ombre du désert Car la vie frappe comme des larmes La douleur monte et descend comme un rêve fatigué Personne ne récupèrera mon cœur en pleurs
Oh la la la la la, la vie Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...
Paroles ... Ethnic Hip-hop. Male vocal & percussions. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Paroles ... Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
