: Ooh, next time I see you, I'll be singing in Brazil, Misty land of music where the feet are never still, And pretty senhoritas dressed up for the kill
: Cuando el sol cambia color Cuando el sol cambia su color...
: Lavoravo in una banca fra gli assegni colorati i colori di Acapulco fra le mani di un forzato finalmente ho preso al volo un idea per non morire
: Brazil col dolce incanto del tuo ciel mi hai dato il fascino gentil di un sogno in un azzurro vel. Brazil m'e dolce ricordar in questa languida canzon
: Rodas em sol, trovas em do Uma brasileira, a? Uma forma inteira, a? You, you, you Nada demais Nada atraves Uma legua e meia, a? Uma brasa incendeia
: Sidewalk slide I just want a ride Electric city lights the scene The color of your eyes Faux Brazil Sunrise Emotion killed its all mine Mine all mine
: Ela me disse que trabalha no Correio E que namora um menino eletricista - Estou pensando em casamento, Mas na?o quero me casar. Quem modelou teu
: Io non ti voglio piu vedere mi fai tanto male con quel sorriso professionale sopra a un cartellone di sei metri od attaccata sopra a tutti i vetri.
This is the maze of life This is the maze of death This is the matrix of eternity The demon never sleeps The demon never lies He beats my heart and leaves
Yo canto a Brasil Esta rumba de gitana para ti Yo canto tu sabor Con samba que se mescla con amor Yo canto a Brasil Esta rumba de gitana para ti Yo canto
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from the wall The prophets and their pawns have had another success And I'm wondering why
I saw her standing there Red fire in her hair She knows I can't resist The poison from her lips I never wanted it, I tried to run from it Temptation
Brazil When hearts were entertained in June We stood beneath an amber moon And softly whispered 'some day soon' We kissed and clung together Then Tomorrow
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Outside the corner a different world Conversation overheard, oh Between a man and a saxophone Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned, oh He only knows
This is real, this is glam Dance till the morning sun Dance till the morning sun Dance till the morning sun Dance, dance, dance, dance Keep, keep walking
Die Gedanken Sind Frei I make great big futzies My tuchis emits blasts Of gas from the ass It smells of the past But it cannot last Dissipates fast Die
Donne, l?impression d?un petit bon homme Si tes raisons sont bonnes, come on Prends ton temps et le mien, car j?y tiens Prends, la vitesse d?un vrai hurragan