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| Един безсмъртен шансон: Dalida & Alain Delon Parole, parole Paroles et Musique: Michaele, M.Chiosso, G.Ferrio 1973 Delon: C'est é trange, je n'sais pas ce qui m'arrive ce soir, Je te regarde comme pour la premiè re fois. Dalida: Encore des mots toujours des mots les mê mes mots Je n'sais plus comment te dire, Rien que des mots Mais tu es cette belle histoire d'amour... que je ne cesserai jamais de lire. Des mots faciles des mots fragiles C'é tait trop beau Tu es d'hier et de demain Bien trop beau De toujours ma seule vé rité . Mais c'est fini le temps des rê ves Les souvenirs se fanent aussi quand on les oublie Tu es comme le vent qui fait chanter les violons et emporte au loin le parfum des roses. Caramels, bonbons et chocolats Par moments, je ne te comprends pas. Merci, pas pour moi Mais tu peux bien les offrir à une autre qui aime le vent et le parfum des roses Moi, les mots tendres enrobé s de douceur se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon cœ ur Une parole encore. Parole, parole, parole Ecoute-moi. Parole, parole, parole Je t'en prie. Parole, parole, parole Je te jure. Parole, parole, parole, parole, parole encore des paroles que tu sè mes au vent Voilà mon destin te parler.... te parler comme la premiè re fois. Encore des mots toujours des mots les mê mes mots Comme j'aimerais que tu me comprennes. Rien que des mots Que tu m'é coutes au moins une fois. Des mots magiques des mots tactiques qui sonnent faux Tu es mon rê ve dé fendu. Oui, tellement faux Mon seul tourment et mon unique espé rance. Rien ne t'arrê te quand tu commences Si tu savais comme j'ai envie d'un peu de silence Tu es pour moi la seule musique... qui fit danser les é toiles sur les dunes Caramels, bonbons et chocolats Si tu n'existais pas dé jà je t'inventerais. Merci, pas pour moi Mais tu peux bien les offrir à une autre qui aime les é toiles sur les dunes Moi, les mots tendres enrobé s de douceur se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon cœ ur Encore un mot juste une parole Parole, parole, parole Ecoute-moi. Parole, parole, parole Je t'en prie. Parole, parole, parole Je te jure. Parole, parole, parole, parole, parole encore des paroles que tu sè mes au vent Que tu es belle ! Parole, parole, parole Que tu est belle ! Parole, parole, parole Que tu es belle ! Parole, parole, parole Que tu es belle ! Parole, parole, parole, parole, parole encore des paroles que tu sè mes au vent Кой каквото и да ви каже, вервайте му.Става дума за пари.  |
| ще прощавате ако се повтаря - не мога да намеря Rain and tears --> --------------- It's Five O'Clock and I walk through the empty streets thoughts fill my head but then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by (interlude) It is so hard to believe That it's me that I see in the window pane it is so hard to believe that all this is the way that is has to be It's five o'click and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years that have to past me by (interlude) It is so hard to believe That it's me that I see in the window pane it is so hard to believe that all this is the way that is has to be It's five o'click and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy He gives, gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too |
| RAIN & TEARS Rain and tears, are the same but in the sun you've got to play the game When you cry in winter time you can pretend it's nothing but the rain [interlude] Rain and tears .... Rain and tears Rain and tears, are the same but in the sun you've got to play the game When you cry in winter time you can pretend it's nothing but the rain [interlude] Rain and tears .... Rain and tears Rain and tears, are the same but in the sun you've got to play the game When you cry in winter time you can pretend it's nothing but the rain.  |
| Като стана дума за шансони, вярвам не сте забравили това Tombe la neige Paroles et Musique - Salvatore Adamo, 1963 Tombe la neige Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Tombe la neige Et mon coeur s'habille de noir Ce soyeux cortege Tout en larmes blanches L'oiseau sur la branche Pleure le sortilege Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Me crie mon desespoir Mais tombe la neige Impassible manege Tombe la neige Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Tombe la neige Tout est blanc de desespoir Triste certitude Le froid et l'absence Cet odieux silence Blanche solitude Tu ne viendras pas ce soir Me crie mon desespoir Mais tombe la neige Impassible manege |
| Още малце списък: Laid back - Bakerman Kenny G - Midnight motion Kenny G - Songbird Lucio Battisti - Ancora tu Luther Vandros & Mariah Carey - Endless love Madonna - Yustify my love Madonna - The power of goodbye Marcela Detroit - I believe Mike Oldfield - Foreigh affair Mike Oldfield - Moonlight shadow Mr Big - To be with you OMD - Maid from Orlean Otis Redding - The dock of the bay Paul McCartney - Mull of Kintyre Paul McCartney - No more lonely nights |
| Струва ми се подходящ поздрав за днешния ден: Innuendo Words and music by Queen While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow Till the mountains crumble into the plain Oh yes we'll keep on tryin' Tread that fine line Oh we'll keep on tryin Just passing our time While we live according to race, colour or creed While we rule by blind madness and pure greed Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion Through the eons, and on and on Oh yes we'll keep on tryin' We'll tread that fine line Oh oh we'll keep on tryin' Till the end of time Till the end of time Through the sorrow all through our splendour Don't take offence at my innuendo You can be anything you want to be Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be Be free with your tempo be free be free Surrender your ego be free be free to yourself If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky If there's a point if there's a reason to live or die If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask Oh yes we'll keep on trying Hey tread that fine line Yeah we'll keep on smiling And whatever will be will be We'll keep on trying We'll just keep on trying Till the end of time Till the end of time Till the end of time |
| Намерих всички песнопойки. Дръжте се! ***** МЛАДОСТ *** Докле е младост, златно слънце грее, Сърцето златни блянове лелее, Докле е младост, леко път се ходи И леки са световните несгоди. Докле е младост всичко е шега, Не хвърля сянка на сърце тъга. Дори тъгата извор е на радост, Докле е младост, ах, докле е младост... ***  Заб. Те са все едни таквиз късички баладки, аз ще пущам по-честичко...  |
| Words Bee Gees Smile an everlasting smile A smile can bring you near to me Don't ever let me find you gone 'Cause that would bring a tear to me This world has lost its glory Let's start a brand new story now, my love Right now there'll be no other time And I can show you how, my love Talk in everlasting words And dedicate them all to me And I will give you all my life I'm there if you should call on me You think that I don't even mean A single word I say It's only words and words are all I have To take your heart away You think that I don't even mean A single word I say It's only words and words are all I have To take your heart away It's only words and words are all I have To take your heart away Редактирано от - Miranda на 01/5/2005 г/ 18:54:36 |
| Прощавайте, ако се повтаря Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me. Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad. Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream. I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree. Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Strawberry Fields forever. |
| Alannah Myles Black Velvet Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the victrola up high Mama's dancing with baby on her shoulder The Sun is setting like molasses in the sky. The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything. Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for. CHORUS: Black velvet and that little boy smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring you to your knees Black velvet if you please. Up in Memphis the music's like a heat wave White lightning, bound to drive you wild. Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl "Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true. Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for. CHORUS: Black velvet and that little boy smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring you to your knees Black velvet if you please. Every word of every song that he sang was for you. In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, What could you do? CHORUS: Black velvet and that little boy smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring you to your knees Black velvet if you please. Black velvet and that little boy smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring you to your knees Black velvet if you please. ...If you please If you please Една кукла от Торонто [/b] |
| Ето и една за междучовешките взаимоотношения: "Ах, каде е мойто либе?" - feat Николина Чакърдъкова Ах, каде е мойто либе? Дали мисли той за мене? Яз за него съм родена и за него яз ке умрам. Коленичех яз пред него и със сълзи на очите "Кажи, кажи, верно либе коя любиш освен мене?" "Туй що рекох яз пред мама и когато бяхме двама: -Ако би да ме излъжеш по - добре и яз да умрам!" Ах, блазе му на душата тоз що люби верно либе той безценен камък носи и е верен чак до гроба. |
Вървят ли двама Мария Нейкова Вървят ли двама на дълъг път, и път да няма, не ще се спрат. Ще бродят близки по таз земя, ах, как не искам да съм сама. Решат ли двама, да дирят брод, в тях грейва пламък за цял живот, той пръска искри, скръб и тамян, ах, как не искам да съм сама. Делят ли двама една съдба, допрът ли рамо в една борба, ще никнат чисти на таз земя, ах, как не искам да съм сама |
| Something in the way he moves attracts me like no other lover something in the way he woos me I don't want to leave him now you know I believe him how Somewhere in his smile he knows that I don't need no other lover something in his style that shows me I don't want to leave him now you know I believe him how You're asking me will my love grow I don't know, I don't know you stick around now it may show I don't know, I don't know Something in the way he knows and all I have to do is think of him something in the things he shows me Don't want to leave him now you know I believe him how You're asking me will my love grow I don't know, I don't know you stick around now it may show I don't know, I don't know Something in the way he moves something in the way he knows something in the way he smiles something in the way he moves something in the way he smiles something..... |
| Нещо за световните пазари и интернационалния капитал. ***** Продават се, мамо, бели манастири, бели манастири, мила мамо, с черните калугерки. * Всякой се наема в манастир да иде, ах никой пари нема, мила мамо, манастир да купи * От де се е наело туй младо еврейче, младото еврейче, мила мамо, жълтото търговче. * То се е наело манастир да купи белите манастири, мила мамо, с черните калугерки. |
 Florent Pagny Ma liberté de penser 2003 ----------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Quitte à tout prendre prenez mes gosses et la té lé , Ma brosse à dent mon revolver la voiture ç a c'est dé jà fait, Avec les interdits bancaires prenez ma femme, le canapé , Le micro onde, le frigidaire, Et mê me jusqu'à ma vie privé e De toute faç on à dé couvert, Je peux bien vendre mon â me au Diable, Avec lui on peut s'arranger, Puisque ici tout est né gociable, mais vous n'aurez pas, Ma liberté de penser. Prenez mon lit, les disques d'or, ma bonne humeur, Les petites cuillè res, tout ce qu'à vos yeux a de la valeur, Et dont je n'ai plus rien à faire, quitte à tout prendre n'oubliez pas, Le shit planqué sous l'é tagè re, Tout ce qui est beau et compte pour moi, J' pré fè re que ç a parte à l'Abbé Pierre, J' peux donner mon corps à la science, S' il y'a quelque chose à pré lever, Et que ç a vous donne bonne conscience, mais vous n'aurez pas, Ma liberté de penser. Ma liberté de penser. J' peux vider mes poches sur la table, Ca fait longtemps qu'elles sont troué es, Baisser mon froc j'en suis capable, mais vous n'aurez pas, Ma liberté de penser. Quitte à tout prendre et tout solder, Pour que vos petites affaires s'arrangent, J' prends juste mon pyjama rayé , Et je vous fais cadeaux des oranges, Vous pouvez mê me bien tout garder, J'emporterai rien en enfer, Quitte à tout prendre j' pré fè re y' aller, Si le paradis vous est offert, Je peux bien vendre mon â me au diable, Avec lui on peut s'arranger, Puisque ici tout est né gociable, mais vous n'aurez pas, Non vous n'aurez pas, Ma liberté de penser. Ma liberté de penser. Редактирано от - nesnaecht на 02/5/2005 г/ 01:16:05 |
| Ето ти нещо по-сърцераздирателно : ***** ДВА БУКА Видях два бука прегърнати в гората, прегърнати страстно кат влюбени в жар. От корено до върха обвили се двата, столетия пият любовен нектар. Казах им - О, буки, вий тъй сте прекрасни - еднакви във радост, злочестие зло, гръм, бури не плашат прегърдки ви страстни, целувка ви нежна и смърт не дели. А кой ви направи тъй верни и вечни? А кой запечата съюза ви свят? Презрително буките пазят мълчание и още по-силно прегръщат се там. |
| Диана Експрес ДУША Този град безсънен без печал ни пръсна. Всичко нежно, всичко грешно между нас виновно оглуша. Само ти остана в мен като камбана да звучиш под удара, душа. В този град бездънен твоят вик потъна. Колко мъдро, колко подло паметта си всеки вкамени. Но защо остана таз душа - камбана до смъртта под всеки удар в мен да звъни! |
| Vacanze Romane (Matia Bazar) Roma, dove sei? Eri con me Oggi prigione tu, prigioniera io Roma, antica città Ora vecchia realtà Non ti accorgi di me e non sai che pena mi fai Ma piove il cielo sulla città Tu con il cuore nel fango L'oro e l'argento, le sale da te Paese che non ha più campanelli Poi, dolce vita che te ne vai Sul Lungotevere in festa Concerto di viole e mondanità Profumo tuo di vacanze romane Roma bella, tu, le muse tue Asfalto lucido, "Arrivederci Roma" Monetina e voilà C'è chi torna e chi va La tua parte la fai, ma non sai che pena mi dai Ma Greta Garbo di vanità Tu con il cuore nel fango L'oro e l'argento, le sale da te Paese che non ha più campanelli Poi, dolce vita che te ne vai Sulle terrazze del Corso "Vedova allegra", má ì tresse dei caffè Profumo tuo di vacanze romane Редактирано от - Чичо Фичо на 03/5/2005 г/ 02:22:45 |