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Покрени се душо

Ризиковати
Дајте све што можете
Јер он не осећа ништа према теби
Можете покушати да идете даље
Дакле, ништа неће кренути по злу
 
Можда се врати
Да те тражи
Врати на прави пут
Ја сам да, и поправио сам то
Доказао сам своју поенту, сада смо помешали
Да, А Двострука Л звезда, свежа и заједно
 
Да би стаза била боља
Због тога стојимо јаки, сада знате шта има
Ако сам у покрету
Не могу да станем
Такт је једноставан, али не можете га одбити
 
Зато волим музику
Крени душо
Крени душо
Крени душо
И окупљамо се
 
Изнова и изнова настављам са замахом
Остајем овако функи и доносим
Откуцај да те покрене
Тако да ти могу доказати
Да могу да љуљам микрофон као некада
Волим музику, да, осећаш ли је
Провери ме
Овако поступам
Бас, средњи, високи
Само сам спојио
Јер ја волим музику
 

The Cell Phone (Don't Call Me Anymore)

Virginia you know
I enjoyed the other night
In Penhoët's street
When we kissed
The two of us were great
But now you know
That's enough!
 
Virginia, I didn't tell you
But I must explain to you
That I'm a lonely boy
Love relationships
You know what?
It's making me depressed
Well yeah!
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
You look surprised
And it surprises me
Because it seemed to me
That I had explained to you
That my lifestyle
Did not match
To your lifestyle
 
Since all this time
Now I receive
Incessant phone calls
From you
It makes me nervous
I ask you from now on
To send me only emails
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 

Hey You, My Dearest Dear Guelder-Rose

Hey you, my dearest dear guelder-rose, my dear raspberry
Hey, don't you linger, linger upon a steep mountain.
 
Hey, don't you linger, linger upon a steep mountain.
Oh, do not let your leaves float off upon the blue sea.
 
Hey, don't you let your leaves float off upon the blue sea.
Oh, a ship is sailing on the blue sea.
 
Oh, a ship is sailing on the blue sea.
Oh, so as the ship is sailing, only the waves roar.
 
Oh, so as the ship is sailing, only the waves roar.
Oh, there are three regiments of soldiers on that ship.
 
Oh, there are three regiments of soldiers on that ship.
Oh yes, three regiments of soldiers, all young boys.
 
Oh, three regiments of soldiers, all young boys.
Oh, so there was one of them praying to God.
 
Oh, so there was one of them praying to God.
Oh, yes, he prays to God, he asks for a leave back home
 
Oh, so he prays to God, he asks for a leave back home
Hey, you, my dear Colonel, let me go home.
 
Hey, you, my dear Colonel, let me go home.
Oh, let me go home, back to our quiet Don.
 
Oh, let me go home, back to our quiet Don.
Oh yes, back to our quiet Don, back to my father, mother and my young wife
 
Oh, back to our quiet Don, back to my father, mother and my young wife
Oh yes, to my young wife, to our small children.
 
Oh, to my young wife, to our small children.
Oh, yes, to our small children, our fledgling falcons
 
Oh, to our small children, our fledgling falcons
Oh, yes, our fledgling falcons, our bright little stars.
 

I Go On Alone Along The Road

I go on alone along the road

Upon The Blue Rollers Of the Ocean

Upon the blue rollers of the ocean
The stars alone will shine in the sky
A solitary ship scurries along
Hurtling on at full sail.
 
None can hear the captain upon her,
No sailors can be seen aboard

Call me Maria

Versions: #1
Maria, you liked my look tonight, my name is Maria, there is no more Diva: call me Maria.
I made the men cry, brought the ground to their knees, carried like an idol then dragged through the mud, Venice, Mexico City, Rome. The boxes filled with flowers, I saw so many crowns bathe my feet in tears, but I am only a woman for the only man standing, an ordinary lover and this man is you: my voice trembles for you.
Maria, you liked my look tonight, my name is Maria, there is no more Diva: call me Maria.
I ran heaven and earth, having the most beautiful lovers, repeating all the New York, Paris, Milan arias, if the divas unleash whims, torments, all queenly fights do not end in blood. The sun is mortal and my diamond voice, had nothing eternal like the hearts of lovers darken easily. Maria, you liked my look tonight, my name is Maria, there is no more Diva: call me Maria. All the gold of Bohemia shone in my voice, I died on stage, was born there so many times, but a thick mist covers the Scala, when the insults hurt my heart and then the voice, for the only man standing in a thousand shards I break, crazy admirers, the heart of La Scala: my voice trembles for you. Tonight my name is Maria, there is no more Diva: call me Maria.
 

I Call You Again

You, who said you love me,
I gave you the best of me.
You, you have broken everything
but my wounded heart speaks to me of you.
 
And I call you again,
and I still hope in you
because I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you even so.
And I do not want to believe
that there is no longer hope.
I wait for you, return to me, I need you.
 
Me, I want to forgive,
I want to forget that you left.
Me, I will take you back
as in the past because it is not finished.
 
And I call you again,
and I still hope in you
because I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you even so.
And I do not want to believe
that there is no longer hope.
I wait for you, return to me, I need you.
 
And I call you in vain,
and I hope in you in vain,
and I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you even so.
Without you, I no longer have anything.
Tell me that you are returning
because without you—because without you,
I am no longer anything.
 

We Called Him Chicano

In the poor neighborhoods where he grew up,
the devil was stronger than the angels.
About all that the older boys taught him
was to lie at too young an age.
 
And we called him Chicano—
free like a bird of Mexico.
Barefoot in his childhood,
without knowing what he would do tomorrow.
 
Whatever will be, will be
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
Chicano.
 
For two matches, a piece of bread,
he trailed after kids of the same age.
And, at night in a garden,
they divided up all of their treasures.
 
And we called him Chicano—
free like a bird of Mexico.
Barefoot in his childhood,
which ended a bit too soon.
 
Between four walls, a little too cold,
He finished out his adolescence
for a stupidity that formerly
he had committed without knowing it.
 
Then we called him Chicano,
the gamin of the streets of Mexico
who wanted to come out of the shadows
and make way for the sunlight.
 
Whatever will be, will be
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life Chicano
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
Chicano.
 

A Rose on the Cap

A green forest amidst the blue—
and four stars up there—
a rose on my cap.
 
The violin plays along
and I do a little magic—
around the world I search for love.
 
A lawn under your feet—
the sky over me—
a bite of an apple
and I am a King.
 
What I have is enough for me—
I want nothing more—
a rose and my violin.
 
I am happy because I know
that one day I will find
the queen, waiting for me.
 
Then I will stop
and make with my papers
a castle all for her.
 
But you are my queen—
love will not want—
I will give you the rose—
then I will go away.
 
A sweet dawn that fades—
another rose that knows
my love, where it be?
 
Where will it be, where will it be?
Where will it be, where will it be?
Where will it be?
 

The fine crystal

The fine crystal may shine like the sun
Shimmer in the sky like the stars
I know a fine girl of virtue
A girl in this village
My friend, my friend and passion flower
Alas, if we could come together
And were I your friend
And you my beloved one
You sublime rose and golden shrine
 
The fine crystal may shine like the sun
Shimmer in the sky like the stars
I know a fine girl of virtue
A girl in this village
My friend, my friend and passion flower
Alas, if we could come together
And were I your friend
And you my beloved one
You sublime rose and golden shrine
 
And if I went to the end of the world
My heart would call out for you
And if I went to the end of the world
My heart would call out for you
For you, my friend and passion flower
Alas, if we could come together
And were I your friend
And you my beloved one
You sublime rose and golden shrine
 

The man in the hat

Oh nice DJ Ax, big can I touch your goatee?
Are not you ashamed of your age?
Oh, but can I ask you a question? (Go)
Are not you ashamed of your age?
But why do you always have it on your hat?
I have a hat because underneath my hair is brown rat
Try to be Italian and poor DNA
In the family we have big ears and a wide nose
We seem to be hobbit of the Lombard stock.
As a boy, I put ammonia in the shampoo
To look less than Cologno and more than Seattle
I burned the scalp and more than yellow I went out of the bathroom
With the white skull like a slither combed albino.
And thank goodness so at school the next day
I understand that you feel when they call you fagot
What if they make you hate man in the mirror
He puts on a cap, she puts them in her chest
This is not a goatee is that the hair has come down
On the chin to better feel the heresies I said
I put it in the church as if in bed
And I do not remove it so it is clear that I do not respect you
The man in the hat will not care
Whether the sky is beautiful or it will rain
And he has braces because he does not like it
To wear the trousers down halfway
The man in the hat with the heat that there's here
In front of the guards and the time that goes
To irritate the normal people who will say
Are not you ashamed of your age?
In a country dressed up as a jig that is a weekend
In the middle of the lines and on Monday the line in between
I've got it since the days when it was fashion and they said
Oh, go fishing? when I put the Kangol
Mainly the reason is this
So I still bend the New Era visor when I rap
Now even if I took it off you would find me sexy
Rudy Zerbi also has his groupies
But I still hold it for the timid repressed
The bad scarred the bald with the complexes
For the province rockers with rings with skulls on them
And ward off you girls magpies attracted by jewels
For those with style even without cash
And in the photos he has red eyes even without the flash
The hat covers half a face
In spite of the city and its video surveillance
The man in the hat will not care
Whether the sky is beautiful or it will rain
And he has braces because he does not like it
To wear the trousers down halfway
The man in the hat with the heat he's doing
In front of the guards and the time that goes
To irritate the normal people who will say
Are not you ashamed of your age?
I have a hat because if I see a toupee
It seems done with the hairs I lost in the bidet
Because the rich with transplants have Barbie's hair
To give Caesar what is Caesare Ragazzi's
When I drowned the dreadlocks
I understood it's sad to be ex, escort, extension
With the hat are Luciana Littizzetto at Playboy Mansion
The only one with the brain
The man in the hat will care
Whether the sky is beautiful or it will rain
And he has braces because he does not like it
To wear the trousers down halfway
The man in the hat with the heat he's doing
In front of the guards and the of time that goes
To irritate the normal people who will say
Are not you ashamed of your age?
 

Ten little Wiggling Men

Ten little wiggling men wiggle to and fro,
Ten little wiggling men don't find it hard.
Ten little wiggling men wiggle up and down,
Ten little wiggling men do it again and again.
Ten little wiggling men wiggle all around,
Ten little wiggling men, they aren't dumb at all.
Ten little wiggling men play hide and seek,
Ten little wiggling men are suddenly gone!
Ten little wiggling men call loudly: 'Hooray!'
Ten little wiggling men, they are back again.
 
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