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Za sastanak jedan

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Za sastanak sa tobom
uradio bih sve
Za sastanak sa tobom
Bio bih spreman na sve
Samo za sastanak jedan
Sastanak sa tobom
 
Za malo putovanje, mali dan
U tvojim rukama
Za mali izlet, ujutru
Ispod tvojih pokrivača
 
Mogao bih ostaviti sve
Čak i biti zastareo
Za sastanak sa tobom
Mogao bih biti i proklet
Za samo jedan ukradeni poljubac
Za sastanak sa tobom
 
Za malo putovanje, mali dan
U tvojim rukama
Za mali izlet, ujutru
Ispod tvojih pokrivača
 
Ponašao bih se kao ljubavnik
Da te nežno milujem
Za sastanak sa tobom
Ponašao bih se kao ludak
Da uđem u tvoj krevet
Za sastanak sa tobom
 
Za malo putovanje, mali dan
U tvojim rukama
Za mali izlet, ujutru
Ispod tvojih pokrivača
 

This mad Nicolas

We have danced eight days in Italy
we were three days in London
the public was won
we have played for the French
the entire room was standing up
at Palais des Sports in Paris.
 
The life of an artist is my life for me
the Bolchoi and the tours
let me get to know the great evenings
but when I come back home
Maria Ivanovna, I am happy to see you again.
 
How will make this mad Nicolas
he wanted to stay and live there.
If I was away from you and away from Russia
I know I'd die of nostalgia.
 
It is true that in France, everything is different
we walk at midnight and then we speak with people.
There are shops where you would like to take all away
and there are songs in the pubs.
 
Aux Champs-Elysees, I found for you
Makeup products and also fine tissues.
I spent some good times
But, Maria Ivanovna, I am happy to see you again.
 
How will make this mad Nicolas
he wanted to stay and live there.
If I was away from you and away from Russia
I know I'd die of nostalgia.
 
I remember you in my arms, Nicolas,
I took him tight on my heart in a departure lounge
he said he loved us, Maria Ivanovna,
but we will converse further another night.
He told me he loved us both
but talk to me rather of you
I am happy to see you again
 
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When i was a singer

I have my rheumatism
Which is becoming annoying
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I spend my time on a reclining chair
And I have a baby-sitter
I use to drag my leg less
When I was a singer
 
I had white boots
A huge belt
An open shirt
On a medal
It was my smile
That was my biggest asset
I use to have so much fun
When I was a singer
 
One night at Saint-Georges
I was at a fair
My wife was waiting
Hidden in the Mercedes
My car was thrown in to the Indre river
By my fan club
I had such a crazy life
When I was a singer.
 
The police
Use to recognise me
Speeding tickets
I never paid them
All my issues
Would get quickly resolved
All my faults were overlooked
When I was a singer
 
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I heard that Mick jagger
Died recently
I said my last goodbyes to Sylvie Vartan
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But I still hear things that I like
And that distracts me
 
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But i still hear things that I like
And that distracts me......