Gente ... Gente ... Ge ... Chi l'avrebbe detto mai che per essere felici bastava stare un poco senza amore o non pensarci piu ma guardarlo freddamente
Tantas veces me mataron tantas veces me mori sin embargo estoy aqui resucitando. Gracias doy a la desgracia y a la mano con punal porque me mato tan mal
Eh bourgeois entends-tu Passer dans ta rue Une parade d?esperance Et qui chante et qui danse Et vogue vogue la galere Le cap sur la boheme Et vogue vogue
Eh bourgeois entends-tu passer dans ta rue une parade d'esperance et qui chante et qui danse et vogue, vogue la galere le cap sur la boheme et vogue,
When he was just a little boy He only had one favorite toy And he had nothing on his mind He never left anything behind, no As he got older, things got
Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put the needle on it Put
't know if there's a Heaven But I'm sure that there's a Hell Out in the night The cicadas sing their song Out in the night The cicadas sing their song
Ya no me cantes cigarra Que acabe tu sonsonete Que tu canto aqui en el alma Como un punal se me mete Sabiendo que cuando cantas Pregonado vas tu muerte
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada Let your singsong end For your song, here in the soul Stabs me like a dagger Knowing that when you sing You are proclaiming
know if there's a Heaven, but I'm sure that there's a Hell Out in the night, the cicadas sing their song! Out in the night, the cicadas sing their song
Tantas veces me mataron, tantas veces me mori sin embargo estoy aqui resucitando. Gracias doy a la desgracia y a la mano con punal porque me mato tan
I try to wrap my brain around this the very fact that this could be the end staggering man, you could ruin everything, if you only knew the dance, yeah
When he was just a little boy, He only had one favourite toy. And he had thing on his mind, And never left anything behind. No. As he got older, things
(Put! Oh! Oh! All my freaks say) Put the needle on it [x8] [CHORUS:] Oh, put the needle on it I'll tell you where I want it C'mon and spin me on it
Traduction: Cortez, Alberto. Le chant des cigales.
