AICHA ( Cheb Khaled )
As if I did not exist
she moved next to me without a glance
Queen of Sheba
I said Aisha, all is for you
Here the pearls, jewels
Therefore gold around your neck
The ripe fruit-flavored honey
Aisha my life if you love me.
go where your breath leads
In the countries of ivory and ebony I will erase
your tears, your sorrows
Nothing is too beautiful for so beautiful oh!
Aïcha, Aïcha, listen to me
Aïcha, Aïcha, please do not go
Aicha, Aïcha, look at me
Aïcha, Aïcha, answer me
I would say the words, poems
I would play the music of heaven
I would take the sun to light your eyes
dreams.
She said keep your treasures
Me, I'm better than all that
bars are even gold bars
I want the same rights as you
respect every day
I do not want love
Aïcha, Aïcha, listen to me
Aisha, Aisha, Aisha
go away, Aïcha, look at me
Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha, answer me
THE BOHEMIAN ( Charles Aznavour)
I'm talking about a time
That Teenagers Can not find
Montmartre that time
Hang her lilac
Until our windows
And so the humble garni
Who was our nest
Do not pay mine
is there that we knew
me crying famine
And you who posed
The bohemian, bohemia
That meant we were happy
The bohemian, bohemia
We only ate one every other day
In the neighboring
We had some
Who awaited glory And although poor
With hungry
We never ceased to believe And if a bistro
Against a good hot meal
We took a canvas
We recite verses
gathered around the stove
Forgetting
The winter bohemian, bohemia
It meant you were pretty
bohemia, bohemian
And we all engineering
Often I sometimes
Before my easel
From sleepless nights drawing
retouching
From the line of a breast contour
From a hip
And it was not until morning
What we finally sat
Over coffee cream
Exhausted but thrilled
Was it that we love each
And we love life
The bohemian, bohemia
That meant we were twenty years
The Bohemian bohemia
And we lived the zeitgeist
When randomly
days I'm going for a ride in my old address
I no longer recognize
Neither the walls nor the streets who have seen my
Youth
top of a staircase
Looking Workshop
which nothing remains
In its new setting
Montmartre seems sad
And the lilacs are dead
bohemia, bohemian
We were young, we were crazy
bohemia, bohemian
That does not mean anything at all.
DAMN THE FRENCH (Lynda Lemay)
They speak in precise words
Worse to pronounce all the syllables
At the end of any field they s'donnent kisses
They spend their days in large tables
They have menus that include not
They drink wine as if it were l'ea
As if I did not exist
she moved next to me without a glance
Queen of Sheba
I said Aisha, all is for you
Here the pearls, jewels
Therefore gold around your neck
The ripe fruit-flavored honey
Aisha my life if you love me.
go where your breath leads
In the countries of ivory and ebony I will erase
your tears, your sorrows
Nothing is too beautiful for so beautiful oh!
Aïcha, Aïcha, listen to me
Aïcha, Aïcha, please do not go
Aicha, Aïcha, look at me
Aïcha, Aïcha, answer me
I would say the words, poems
I would play the music of heaven
I would take the sun to light your eyes
dreams.
She said keep your treasures
Me, I'm better than all that
bars are even gold bars
I want the same rights as you
respect every day
I do not want love
Aïcha, Aïcha, listen to me
Aisha, Aisha, Aisha
go away, Aïcha, look at me
Aisha, Aisha listen to me
Aisha, Aisha, answer me
THE BOHEMIAN ( Charles Aznavour)
I'm talking about a time
That Teenagers Can not find
Montmartre that time
Hang her lilac
Until our windows
And so the humble garni
Who was our nest
Do not pay mine
is there that we knew
me crying famine
And you who posed
The bohemian, bohemia
That meant we were happy
The bohemian, bohemia
We only ate one every other day
In the neighboring
We had some
Who awaited glory And although poor
With hungry
We never ceased to believe And if a bistro
Against a good hot meal
We took a canvas
We recite verses
gathered around the stove
Forgetting
The winter bohemian, bohemia
It meant you were pretty
bohemia, bohemian
And we all engineering
Often I sometimes
Before my easel
From sleepless nights drawing
retouching
From the line of a breast contour
From a hip
And it was not until morning
What we finally sat
Over coffee cream
Exhausted but thrilled
Was it that we love each
And we love life
The bohemian, bohemia
That meant we were twenty years
The Bohemian bohemia
And we lived the zeitgeist
When randomly
days I'm going for a ride in my old address
I no longer recognize
Neither the walls nor the streets who have seen my
Youth
top of a staircase
Looking Workshop
which nothing remains
In its new setting
Montmartre seems sad
And the lilacs are dead
bohemia, bohemian
We were young, we were crazy
bohemia, bohemian
That does not mean anything at all.
DAMN THE FRENCH (Lynda Lemay)
They speak in precise words
Worse to pronounce all the syllables
At the end of any field they s'donnent kisses
They spend their days in large tables
They have menus that include not
They drink wine as if it were l'ea
they eat bread bad foie gras 
By finding the means to not be fat
They're demonstrating to one quarter of Time
At every damn street corner of
All taxis have drivers who drive crazy
which stick in the ass
And when they talk to us v'nir
It is for the winter or Indian
Long walks on skis double
Or by dogsled
They have tiny cups and huge ashtrays
They are real coffee adult
They swallow it in two There are engorged
their big German shepherds
And their beloved poodles p'tits
On the floors of restaurants, grocery stores
Some pharmacies
They say they dine when they dine
And it's two o'clock when they eat breakfast at
p Tiny morning it smells like yoghurt
They know not eggs-bacon
Late evening is over sauerkraut magrebí
OF duck All snails or
s'déroule well until it 'that you taste their fucking
A calf's head
A piece of eyelid, a piece of gum
tip of an ear, a piece of snout
for taste buds Quebecois,
is too bad they take us for a Martian
when we order a glass of milk
or when to request "the bathroom
is what role, if If you please?
And when they come to us
S'prennent one (tuc?) and (CANUC)
start looking igloos
end up in a sugar shack
They fall in love instantly
With our forests and lakes
s'mettent And they talk like us to say
Aprennent "tabernacle" Well
drunk at Caribou, the Molson and big Gin
They rave about our stew of pigs' feet And our dishes
turbines
Since we have no smelly cheeses
They s'accomodent an old Cheddar
s'plaignent And not too much
From our little coffee bastard
When their stay nearing completion
They understood that they have no right to call us
From the Canadian
while one is Quebecois
They say goodbye with her eyes hardened
The maple syrup full of luggage
We realize that we like them
We wish them "bon voyage"
We are now giving becks
that as if it had always done
There's a hole in Quebec When
leave the damn French .-
By finding the means to not be fat
They're demonstrating to one quarter of Time
At every damn street corner of
All taxis have drivers who drive crazy
which stick in the ass
And when they talk to us v'nir
It is for the winter or Indian
Long walks on skis double
Or by dogsled
They have tiny cups and huge ashtrays
They are real coffee adult
They swallow it in two There are engorged
their big German shepherds
And their beloved poodles p'tits
On the floors of restaurants, grocery stores
Some pharmacies
They say they dine when they dine
And it's two o'clock when they eat breakfast at
p Tiny morning it smells like yoghurt
They know not eggs-bacon
Late evening is over sauerkraut magrebí
OF duck All snails or
s'déroule well until it 'that you taste their fucking
A calf's head
A piece of eyelid, a piece of gum
tip of an ear, a piece of snout
for taste buds Quebecois,
is too bad they take us for a Martian
when we order a glass of milk
or when to request "the bathroom
is what role, if If you please?
And when they come to us
S'prennent one (tuc?) and (CANUC)
start looking igloos
end up in a sugar shack
They fall in love instantly
With our forests and lakes
s'mettent And they talk like us to say
Aprennent "tabernacle" Well
drunk at Caribou, the Molson and big Gin
They rave about our stew of pigs' feet And our dishes
turbines
Since we have no smelly cheeses
They s'accomodent an old Cheddar
s'plaignent And not too much
From our little coffee bastard
When their stay nearing completion
They understood that they have no right to call us
From the Canadian
while one is Quebecois
They say goodbye with her eyes hardened
The maple syrup full of luggage
We realize that we like them
We wish them "bon voyage"
We are now giving becks
that as if it had always done
There's a hole in Quebec When
leave the damn French .-
SOMEONE TOLD ME (Carla Bruni)
I am told that our lives are not worth much, They pass in
a moment like the roses wither.
I am told that the time slips is a bastard That our grief
he cloaks himself
Yet someone told me.
That you still love me,
Someone told me that you still love
.
Would that be possible?
I am told that destiny makes fun of us
it gives us nothing and promises everything we
Seems that happiness is within reach,
So we reach out and find madness
Yet someone told me ... the chorus} {
But who was it who told me that you love me?
I do not remember, it was late at night,
I can still hear his voice, but I do not see the face
"He loves you, it's a secret, he do not tell the I said "You see someone
said ...
That you still loved me
a - do we really say ...
That you still love me, so that possible?
I am told that our lives are not worth much,
They pass in an instant, like wilting roses
I am told that the time slips is a bastard That our sorrows
he cloaks himself, however
someone told me that ... the chorus} {
WAY ON YOUR WAY (Les Choristes)
Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins forgotten lost Give them a hand
To the conduct
To other
tomorrows Feel in the heart of
night The wave of hope
Burning Life Path of Glory.
Happy Too quickly forgotten childish
erased A golden light shines
endless
At the end of the road
Sense in the heart of the night The wave of hope
Burning Life Path of Glory
I LOVE YOU TO DIE (Francis Cabrel)
Me I was nothing, and today I am
the guardian of his nights sleep I
love him to death
You can destroy whatever you please
She has only to open space arms
To rebuild everything, to rebuild everything
I love him to death
She gummed figures clocks neighborhood
It has made my life paper shapes
Bursts of laughter
She has built bridges between us and the sky
And we cross whenever she wants
Do not sleep,
will not sleep I love to die
She had to do all wars
To be so strong today
She had to do all wars
Of life and love as she saw his
his best opaline dream
She dances in the forests that draw
I love him to death
She wears ribbons she let fly
She often sings I wrong to try to
withhold, retain
I love him to death
To get into his cave hidden under the roof
I'm nailing the notes to my wooden clogs
I love him to death
I just sit, I do do not talk
I owe nothing to want, I'm just trying
From him belong, to belong
I love him to death
Je Ne Regrette Rien (Edith Piaf)
No, nothing at all
No, I regret nothing Neither the
good that I've done wrong
Neither
While I do not care.
No, nothing at all,
No, I regret nothing
is paid, swept away, forgotten I do not care
the past.
With my memories I lit the fire
My sorrows, my pleasures
I no longer need them
Sweep loves
With air Tremolo Sweep
forever
I start from scratch
No, nothing nothing
No, I regret nothing
Because my life, because my joys
Today, it starts with you.
TO ME MY CME . (Patricia Kaas)
He plays with my heart, he cheats with my life
he said the words liars, and I believe everything he says
the songs he sings to me, the dreams he made for two
is like candy mint
it feels good when it rains
I tell stories, listening to his voice
is not true stories, but I d 't believe . My
guy to me, he tells me of adventures
and when they shine in his eyes
I would spend the night.
He speaks of love as he talks about cars
and I'm where he wants
so I think all that he tells me.
His way of being me, never say I love you
is just film, but it's all the same
this film in black and white, that m has played two hundred Once it
Gabin and Morgan, finally it looks like all that
I'm telling stories, screenplays Chinese
is not true these histoiores, but me, I think.
BREAKING THE VOICE (Patrick Bruel)
If tonight I do not want to go alone
If tonight, I do not want to go home
If tonight, I do not want to shut the hell
If tonight I want to break my voice
Breaking voice, voice breaking, Breaking
voice, voice breaking.
i can no longer believe any c'qui is marked on the walls
more i can see, the lives of others even paint
I'm not there to smiles after midnight
not want me, so tonight I want
On break my voice, voice breaking
Breaking voice, voice breaking.
friends who go away, and others who remain
Getting caught for a fool by people that hate
appointments missed and the time is lost between young
worn and old and those who hope
Blinding flashes on TV every day
And the bastards who bellow the color of love And
newspapers lying around as I drag my boredom
The fear that is mine when I m 'awake at night
Breaking voice, voice breaking
Breaking voice, voice breaking.
And the girls of the night that never sees the day
And we sleep in his bed by calling it 's love
shame And the memories that we forget to ice
By saying I'm yucky, but I'm not disgusting
Slowly the dreams that flow under the gaze of parents and the tears that
roll on the cheeks of children
And the songs that are like cries in the throat
Want to scream his hate like a cat being slaughtered. Breaking
voice, voice breaking
Breaking voice, voice breaking
COFFEE DELIGHTS OF (Patrick Bruel)
Your memories are veiled, it feels like. Eclipse
A night full of stars, the port of Tunis
The wind range of your grandfather sitting in the café
delights.
Your memories grow dim, you see the train pass
And the white sails of women holding a son
And the smell of jasmine he held in his hands
coffee delights.
Yalil yalil Abibi yalil, yalil yalil Abibi yalil
Your memories grow dim, you can see her daughter
The kiss that hurts the Port El Kantaoui
The first words of love on the songs velvet
Abibi Abibi
Your memories are veiled you loved them the fruits of apricot kernels
for you, they were balls
And the holiday parties we did in our heads
beaches of Hammamet.
Yalil yalil Abibi yalil yalil yalil Abibi yalil
Your memories are veiled in front of the boat
And what else that moves towards a new world
A life stops for a day that begins
Maybe a chance.
Yalil yalil you will not forget
Yalil yalil these perfumes of yesteryear
Yalil yalil you will not forget
Yalil yalil even if you leave
Yalil yalil Abibi yalil yalil yalil Abibi yalil
A night full of stars on the port of Tunis
And the white sails of women taking a son
The wind range of your grandfather sitting
And the smell of jasmine in his hands he held the
coffee delights.
FOR YOU LOVE ME YET (Celine Dion)
I understood all the words
I understand, thank you
reasonable
again that is the way here
that things have changed
that the flowers have faded as
time before it 'was time and if everything before
zap and tire
loves also go
you must know
I will go get your heart
if thou take it somewhere else even if in your
dances others dance your hours
I'll go get your soul
in the cold in the flames I'll cast
spells for Because You Loved Me.
Should not begin tease
,
touch me Should not give so
me, I know I was not playing
said today they tell me that others do so I'm not
other
before that then there is s'
home before that we spoil
I want you to know I'll get your heart
if thou take it somewhere else
even if in your dances others dance your
hours I'll get your soul in
the cold in the flames, I'll
jeterai
spells for you still love me
I find languages to sing your praises
I'd
our luggage for endless harvest.
magic formulas
marabouts African
I will say them without remorse
pourque
I still love myself queen
Pourquie you hold me I'd
new
to let the fire restart I'll become these others
who give you pleasure
your games will be ours
if that is your desire
brighter, more beautiful for another spark
I will turn to gold
you still love me
Not Me (Jacques Brel )
Do not leave me, forget anything can
s forget who already fled
forget time misunderstandings
and the time lost as to how
forget those hours which sometimes killed with blows of
why the heart of happiness
do not leave me (3 times)
Me, I give you pearls of rain
come from countries where there
not raining I'll dig up the earth even death
to cover your body with gold and light I'd
a domain where love is king
where love is law and you will not leave me Queen
not (3 times)
Do not leave me I shall invent
senseless words which you understand
I tell you about those lovers who then
twice seen kissing their hearts
I'll tell the story of this King
death not being able to meet you
do not leave me (3 times)
JE DIS AIME (Matthieu Chedid)
I meninges nomadic
J ' have the mirror Sometimes moody
mobile
quiet
Sometimes I reap no rush.
Chorus: I say
And I like the seme
On my planet I say
M
As an emblem
Hatred I throw
Aim I say, Love, Love From
sphinx in my rhymer
Paris through the heart
the Nile in my veins In my veins flows
Seine
For dehors le dedans
Pour l´après pour l´avant
Je dis Aime, Aime,
Pour le dehors le dedans
Pour l´après, pour l´avant
Aime,Aime,Aime
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