-
-
-
-
Me voy pa'l pueblo, hoy es mi da. Voy a alegrar toda el alma ma Me voy pa'l pueblo, hoy es mi da. Voy a alegrar toda el alma ma La, la la, larala, larala, la la Tanto como yo trabajo. Y nunca puedo
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
If you should ask me to open my heart. There is so much I could say. But when I'm with you, I just don't know where to start. Time in your arms slips away. . Refrain. . And darling, if I pick a
-
-
Der Lindenbaum - Nana Mouskouri. F. Schubert - Arrgt. A. Goraguer/W. Mller Am Brunnen vor dem Tore. Da steht ein Lindenbaum. Ich trumt in seinem Schatten. So manchen sen Traum. Ich schnitt
-
-
-
Pintor nacido en mi tierra. Con el pincel extranjero. Pintor que sigues el rumbo. De tantos pintores viejos. . Siempre que pintas iglesias. Pintas angelitos bellos. Pero nunca te acordaste. De
-
What now my love, now that you've left me. How can I live, through another day?. Watching my dreams, turning to ashes. And my hopes into bits of clay What now my love, now that you're gone. I'd be
-
-
My mama done told me when I was in pig tails. My mama done told me, "Woman. A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye. But when the sweet talking's done”. . "A man is a two-face, a worris
-
Mon Dieu Paroles Michel Vaucaire. Musique Charles Dumont 1960 . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu !. Laissez-le-moi. E
-
I wish that boats were little glasses filled with wine. So I could drink to love with all your friends and mine. Some day we'll pull your boat ashore. The day you sail away no more My friend the se
-
-
-
-
-
-
VOICI LE MOIS DE MAY Voici le mois de may. O les fleurs volent au vent. Voici le mois de may. O les fleurs volent au vent. O les fleurs volent au vent. Si jolies mignonnes. O les fleurs volent a
-
-
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly. Blow the wind south where' s the bonnie blue sea. Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly. Blow bonnie breeze my lover to me and bring him to me
-
No moon at all, what a night. Even livened bugs empty their light. Stars have disappeared from sight. And there's no moon at all Don't make a sound, it's so dark. Even Fido, he's afraid to bark.
-
-
Gershwin Ira. . (Damsel In Distress, A). . Verse. . I was a stranger in the city. . Out of town were the people I knew. . I had that feeling of self-pity. . What to do? What to do? What to
-
-
-
spoken intro. Quand je vous aimerai?. Ma foi, je ne sais pas,. Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain. Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain!. . sung. L'amour est un oiseau rebelle. Que nul ne peut a