I just cant remember when he started slipping. From that strong, gentle giant he used to be. But now he takes forever just to walk down to the mailbox.
Salut, c'est encore moi. Salut, comment tu vas?. Le temps m'a paru très long. Loin de la maison j'ai pensé à toi. . J'ai un peu trop navigué. Et je me sens fatigué.
Up and down the street tonight. There's a Santa Claus at every light. Trees for sale on the corner lot. Waiting for a home. . Everywhere across the land.
Oh. I can still remember when I bought my first Guitar. Remember walking from the shop to put it proudly in my car. And my family listened fifty times to my two-song-repertoire.
You just had to call and tell me there's another. You must love to hear a grown man cry and suffer. Tell me when this pain will end, I can't take too much.
Ich ging allein durch diese Stadt. . die allerhand zu bieten hat. . da sah ich dich vorübergeh'n. und sagte "Bonjour" !. Ich ging mit dir in ein Cafe'.
Been one tough week, dead on my feet. But I've made plans for tonight. When I'm feeling blue, know just what to do. How to make it right. . Seems like I've needed this forever.
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the little wife says.
Tu sais. . Je n'ai jamais ete aussi heureux que ce matin la. Nous marchions sur une plage. Un peu comme celle-ci. C'etait I'automne. . Un automne ou il faisait b.eau.
In Paris ringsumher. da ist überall Verkehr. aber mit einem Rad. kommt man durch die ganze Stadt.. In Paris ringsumher. da ist überall Verkehr. aber mit einem Rad.
Guantanamera, ma ville, GuantanameraGuantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.. . C'etait un homme en derouteC'etait un frere sans douteIl n'avait ni liens, ni placeEt sur les routes de l'exilSur les sentiers, sur les placesIl me parlait de sa ville.
Joe: Honey, ALL my friends tell me I shouldn't love you, but that's gonna keep on going because I still digs you. . I'm insane for loving you. I'm insane for being true.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. . Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yantes des morirme guiero,Echar mis versos del alma,.
Et Si Tu N'existais Pas Joe Dassin. Et si tu n'existais pas. Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais. Pour trainer dans un monde sans toi. Sans espoir et sans regret.
In der Tasche habe ich. g'rade eine Handvoll Geld.. Mit diesem Kapital. geh ich nun mal in Sonn' und Regen.. Ich hör Musik.. Überall hör ich Musik.. Und da weiß ich dann:.
Je me baladais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu. J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui. N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi.
do u feel it?. yes i feel it. i feel my beloved barrio, my ghetto... do u feel it?. this is the story of where i was born... no man's land. between 115th street and 125th.
Your eyes may be whole. But the story I'm told. Is that your heart is as black as night. Your lips may be sweet. Such that I can't compete. But your heart is as black as night.
I fell in love with you first time I looked into. Them there eyes. You've got a certain lil' cute way of flirting with. Them there eyes. They make me feel happy.
I know sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah. And I get a feeling that I never, never, never. Never had before, no, no, hey. And I, and I, I just wanna tell y'all, I said y'all.