carnaval Comme le chemin de ronde Que font sans cesse les heures Le voyage autour du monde D'un tournesol dans sa fleur Tu fais tourner de ton nom Tous les moulins
carnaval, Comme le chemin de ronde que font sans cesse les heures Le voyage autour du monde d'un tournesol dans sa fleur Tu fais tourner de ton nom tous les moulins
simple moulin qui troune ses ailes Un simple moulin rouge comme mon coeur Moulin des amours tu tournes tes ailes Au ciel des beaux jours moulin des amours Moulin
'est un vieux moulin Qui ne moud plus de grains Sous ses grandes ailes Les filles sont belles C'est un jardin fleuri Tout en haut de Paris Le joli moulin
Jean Moulin avait des couilles Bien plus grosses, que sa trouille Il est mort, sous les coups Ce fut long, bout a bout Il disait : "je sais tout, Je
Moulin des amours Tu tournes tes ailes Au ciel des beaux jours Moulin des amours Mon c?ur a danse Sur tes ritournelles Sans meme y penser Mon c?ur a
Never knew I could feel like this Like I've never seen the sky before I want to vanish inside your kiss Every day I'm loving you more and more Listen
Because we can, can, can Because we can can can can can can can can can ( Oh oh... Oh oh ) Everybody can can! Because we can can can Yes we can can can
The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may
Ewan (Spoken)- Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love Nicole- Please, don't start that again Ewan- All
La de da... Well you can bump and grind If is good for your mind Well you can twist and shout let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of
Roxanne, You don't have to put on that red light. Walk the streets for money, You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right. Roxanne, You don't have
Ewan (Spoken)- Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love Nicole- Please, don't start that again Ewan-
Zidler: spoken The Duke is expecting you in the tower at eight. Satine If I should die this very moment... I wouldn't fear For I've never known
tes yeux blases Princesse de la rue Soit la bienvenue Dans mon coeur blesse The stairways up to la butte Can make the wretched sigh While windmill wings of the Moulin
I'll meet you in the red room Close the door and dim the lights I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right So throw your sword, be my king
There was a boy. A very strange, enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, Very far, Over land and sea. A little shy, And sad of eye, But very wise