portait oune grand sombrero Il avait oune pistoleto Avec des sabres et des couteaux Que ca donnait froid dans le dos C?etait le plous grand zeneral dou Mexique Jose de las Castagnetas
Mangiamo pane e castagne, in questo chiaro di luna, le mani ben ancorate su questa linea. Domani ce lo diranno dove dobbiamo andare, domani ce lo diranno
Quand ca baise pas, un mec, ca cherche la castagne, C'a les balloches gonflees de vieux foutre et de hargne, Quand ca baise pas, un mec, ca s'enrole et
J'entends les vieux planchers qui craquent J'entends du bruit dans la baraque J'entends j'entends dans le grenier Chanter chanter mon chataignier Bien
contre le mien dansons castagnettes et tango ole Ici la brise est parfumee du gout leger des orangers De joie de vivre et de chanter amour castagnettes
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
If I should write a book for you That brought me fame and fortune too That book would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you And if I should paint
[Torme/Wells] Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Youltide carols Being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos
She plays castanets, she works without a net I like her better when she walks away She said she was mine, she told me twice I like her better when she
duecento lire di castagne sopra il cavalcavia fiocchi di cenere nel cielo l'inverno bussa gia presa a contare le corriere che stan sfrecciando via l'intervallo