Paolo Conte - Les tam-tam du paradis

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Mes demoiselles du temps jadis
dans les jardins qui frmissent
faites-lui couter, je vous en prie:
les tam-tam du paradis
Il a fait des voyages
foudroy, foudroy par un mirage
toujours une voix qui la sduit:
les tam-tam du paradis

Ah, donne-moi, maestro Chistobal,
les tam-tam du carnaval

Il a fait des voyages
foudroy, foudroys par un mirage
il est sduit, il a choisi:
les tam-tam du paradis

Inne utwory

  • Legendary
  • Il maestro
  • La Java javanaise
  • Cosa sai di me
  • Reveries
  • Pasta diva
  • Bamboolah
  • Baci senza memoria
  • Blue notte
  • Roba di amilcare
  • Come mi vuoi
  • Azzurro
  • Pittori della domenica
  • Sparring partner
  • Spassiunatamente
  • Un vecchio errore
  • Troppo difficile
  • La vera musica
  • Losowe utwory

    One helluva night

    Living free running wild
    Ain t nobody gonna hold us down now, no how
    We don t let nuthin stand in our way

    So set em up for another round
    Sleep through the day
    And when the darkness
    Hits the town...

    Cute boy

    I can see right through you
    you re a playa like the rest of them
    had big had little had rim on the low too
    only difference is i really think that you re cute
    the way you carry yourself, so full of confidence
    got your little swagger that s...

    Your christ

    I m the witness of my life,
    I m story I m the lie.
    Twisted vision for your eyes.
    I m the shiver deep inside,
    craving heart of life s despises.
    I m the gate for your demise just for your Christ.

    Drown me over you.
    You re under me.
    Your suicide only for your:
    Drown me over you.
    You...

    Balla balla ballerino

    Balla balla ballerino
    tutta la notte e al mattino non fermarti,
    balla su una tavola tra due montagne
    e se balli sulle onde del mare io ti vengo a guardare.
    Prendi il cielo con le mani
    vola in alto più degli aeroplani
    non fermarti
    sono pochi gli anni, forse sono solo giorni
    e stan finendo tutti in fretta
    e...

    Red flag

    I feel trapped and it s all in my dirty hands
    These walls are closing in

    You always were so hard to please
    You thought you had me on my knees

    I think I m going under
    Red flags for all of this

    You re cold and calculating
    A knife held to my lips
    And this anticipating
    Blade...