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Lucie

Lucie, Lucie, it's me, I know There are nights like this when everything collapses around you Without really knowing why Always look ahead without ever giving up I know it's not the cure for everything but you have to force yourself sometimes Lucie, Lucie, hurry up We live, we die only once and we have time for nothing that it's already the end but It's not marked in the books that the most important thing to live is to live day by day time is love Even if I do not have time to ensure my feelings I have in me, oh stronger and stronger oh desires for more You know, no, I no longer have at heart to repair my mistakes Or to redo what is no longer to be done back Lucie, Lucie, don't stop we only live one life at a time Barely time to know that it is already too late but It is not marked in the books that the most important to live Is to live day by day time is love Oh Lucie, I have been around so many love stories I have well, well enough courage to turn other pages Know that time is running out must never turn around Telling yourself that it's a shame and to have passed the age Lucie, Lucie does not bother you Memories, things like that no regret is worth it So that we keep it in us but It's not marked in the books That the most important thing to live is to live day by day Time is love It is not marked in books that the most important thing to live is to live day by day Time is love

And one day a woman

To have spent sleepless nights dreaming What fairy tales let you imagine To have lost your childhood on the street Disappointed illusions, go unnoticed To have fallen lower than the dust And to the whole earth To want and then to be silent To have left even his dignity Without asking anything That we come to finish you off And one day a woman Whose gaze brushes against you carries you on her shoulders As she carries the world And to the end of her strength Covers with her bark Your deepest wounds Then one day a woman puts her hand in yours To tell you about another Because she carries the world And to the end of herself proves that she loves you By the love it floods Day after day restores your confidence With all her patience puts you back on your feet Finding in yourself a future perhaps And especially the desire to be What she expects from you And one day a woman Whose gaze brushes you on her shoulders As she carries the world And to the end of her strength Covers with her bark Your deepest wounds Your deepest wounds And one day this woman puts her hand in yours To tell you about another Because she carries the world And to the end of herself Proves to you that she loves you By the love she floods By the love she floods And one day this woman Whose gaze touches you Carries to her mouth The forehead of a small world And to the end of oneself gives Him everything she has Every step every second And to the end of the world To the end of the world To the end of the world Because it carries the world

My freedom of thought

Even if you take everything, take my kids and the TV My toothbrush, my revolver, the car, that's already done With banking prohibitions, take my wife, the sofa The microwave, the frying pan And even up to my private life anyway uncovered I can sell my soul to the Devil With him, we can arrange Since here everything is negotiable, but you will not have My freedom of thought Take my bed, the gold records, my good mood The little spoons, everything that in your eyes has value And of which I have nothing more to do, even if it means taking everything, do not forget The shit hidden under the shelf, everything that is beautiful and matters to me I prefer that it goes to Abbé Pierre I can give my body to science If there is something to take And it gives you a clear conscience, but you will not have My freedom to think My freedom to think My freedom to think Hey Hey I can empty my pockets on the table It's been a long time since they have holes Lower my froc, I am able, but you will not have My freedom of thought Even if it means taking everything and selling everything So that your little things get better I just take my striped pajamas and I give you oranges You can even keep everything I will take nothing to Hell Even if I take everything, I prefer to go If paradise is offered to you Hey I can sell my soul to the devil With him, we can arrange Since here everything is negotiable, but you will not have No, you will not  My freedom to think

Letter to France

Once upon a time You and I Never forget that You and me! Since I'm away from you I'm like far from me And I'm thinking about you quietly You're six hours away from me I'm years away from you That's what being there is all about. The difference It's this silence Sometimes deep inside me. You always live by the water Sometimes in the newspapers I see you in pictures. And me away from you I live in a music box Electric and fantastic I live in "chimerical". The difference is this silence Sometimes deep inside me. You are not always the most beautiful And I remain unfaithful to you But who can tell the future From our memories Yes, I have the pain of you sometimes Even if I do not say it Love is made of that. Once upon a time You and I Never forget that You and me! Since I've been away from you I've been like far from me And I've been thinking about you over there. Yes I have the pain of you sometimes Even if I do not say it I think of you in a low voice...

Allez Les Bleus - Zizou Zidane

Garou - Notre Dame - Belle medley

Beautiful It's a word that seems to be invented for her When she dances and updates her body, like A bird that spreads its wings to fly away So I feel hell open under my feet I laid my eyes under her gypsy robe What is the point of praying to Our Lady? Who is the one who will throw the first stone at him? This one doesn't deserve to be on Earth O Lucifer, oh, let me just once Slip my fingers into Esmeralda's hair Belle Is the only word I know that suits so well When she dances all the story she can tell Oh, free bird trying out her wings to fly away But when I see her move I see hell to pay She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre-Dame Tell Who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond God's law And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda Et for the Emerald Belle The word was invented for your skin By moving your body you will kill by the flight of a bird that makes me tremble All hell will open at my feet To her dress trembles the sensuality That it would serve me to pray to Notre-Dame? Who throws the first stone is able Because that man can not live in peace Oh, Lucifer, let me for once caress an emerald pello I laid my eyes on her gypsy dress (What is the point of praying to Our Lady?) Who is the one who will throw the first stone at him? (This one doesn't deserve to be on Earth)(O Lucifer)(Oh, leave me just once)(Slip my fingers through Esmeralda's hair)

Champs Magnetiques Champs Élysées

Cathedral Notre Dame de Paris - Riviére Seine

Aurora Rosi Italie G João Jean Ricardo

Henrique

Your black eyes

Come there, come with me Come there, come with me Come there, come with me Come with me Come there Hey, come there, come with me Don't leave without me Oh, oh, oh, come there, stay there Don't leave without me Hey, you take your clothes You put them on you Eh, this night in this bed You are so pretty But what shines on our eyes It's your black eyes muscular body, short hair You look like a boy And I feel your skin even without light Snakes are legendary Where are you going with black eyes You go to nowhere Come on, come there, come with me Don't leave without me Come on, come there, stay there Don't leave without me anymore Hey, you take your clothes You put them on you Eh, this night in this bed You are so pretty And we'll see each other every day As soon as we get back Take your clothes and you're cold And put them on you But you scream in the water even in winter And shine your black eyes Where do you go when you go In the street to nowhere Come on, come there, come with me Don't leave without me Come on, come there, stay there Don't leave without me anymore Eh, this night in this bed You're so pretty Hey, you take your clothes You put them on you Come on, come here, come with me Don't leave without me anymore Hey, this night around here You were so pretty Come there, come with me Come there, come with me Come there

She has revolver eyes

A little special, she's single Pale face, hair back And I like it She draws under split skirts And I guess forbidden stories That's how it is So beautiful when she comes out So so beautiful, I love her so much so much She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, touched me, it's fucked She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, she touched me, it's fucked A little dropped, a little alone on the earth Hands outstretched, hair back And I like it To make love on misunderstandings We always live forbidden moments It's like that So much so woman when she bites So much so woman, I love her so much so much She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, touched me, it's fucked She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, she touched me, it's fucked Her body ends under unknown sheets And I dream of forbidden gestures It's like that A little special, she's single Pale face, hair back And I love it So much so woman when she sleeps So beautiful, I love her so much so much She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, touched me, it's fucked She has revolver eyes, she has the look that kills She shot first, she touched me, it's fucked

I still dream about it

Another effort A few months will be enough I'm almost dead A few months and it's good Remove traces The slightest trace What remains of candor A piece of ice In place of the heart And even if I improve Oh, I still dream about it Even broken, dead drunk Oh, I still dream about it Again, again, again Do not feel anything Unconscious, mineral No more desire More fear or harm Oh-oh-oh-oh, and even if I get better Oh, I still dream about it Even knowing I'm wrong Oh, I still dream about it Again, again, again, ouh-hou-hou Alive but dead Being only a body Let everything matter to me More harm Oh-oh-oh-oh, even if I get better Oh, I still dream about it Your absence that bites me Oh, I still dream about it Again, again And your departure and my remorse Oh, I still dream His own body in your body Oh, I still die Again, a long time, again Oh, I still dream about it Oh, I still dream about it A long time, still Oh, I dream about it again Long, again, again

Nick & Matilde

La guerre du Vietnam... Johnny aimé les Vietnamites

The important thing is to love

No matter what you give A smile, a crown To someone or to no one No matter what you give Giving is like receiving But without noticing it Like when we forgive those we love That we taste opium to love anyway To love anyway, to love anyway The important thing is to love to give everything The important thing is to believe in it without noticing It is always important to be in love The important thing is to give and ask for nothing No matter what we leave to all those who leave us Whether we survive or disappear No matter who hurts us Leaving is like wanting everything But without noticing it It's like a weakness for those we love It's almost a promise to love anyway To love anyway, to love anyway The important thing is to love to give everything The important thing is to believe in it without noticing It is always important to be in love The important thing is to give and ask for nothing No matter what you say With words or cries When it's the heart that speaks too No matter what you're going through, oh-oh oh-oh You always have to want it And realize it Like when we smile To those we love That we taste opium to love anyway To love anyway, to love anyway The important thing is to love to give everything The important thing is to believe in it without noticing It is always important to be in love The important thing is to give and ask for nothing The important thing is to love to give everything The important thing is to believe in it without noticing it Woah oh oh To give everything, woah oh To all those who loved me, woah oh oh To love anyway, woah How I would like to be loved

Gin

4 Gin 

To him remarked his fiancée As he was set to go away, "Whatever peril you are in Swear you won't resort to gin". Once he arrived in regions far He went to visit the bazaar. Against the fearful native din He thought to take a sip of gin, When he, arrayed in khaki pants, Would go out hunting elephants. The sun would make his head spin, He took a thermos full of gin As fierce uprisings were put down. Time after time inside the town He celebrated every win By toasting all his troops in gin. He mumbled "I'm awfully tired", Then shortly after he expired, But not before one last tin Of something that was labelled gin. His fiancée came with a wreath Where he was laid six feet beneath, Abandoned by his kith and kin Because he had succumbed 

to gin.

Odyssey Wild Cabins Airbnb Motel rooms

... NGR Geneva Switzerland - Train travel - Paris

D´Artagnan

Coins, Rues, Jardins, bâtiments

Cornres, streets, gardens, buildings

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmm When I left my home and my family, I's no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there La la la Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li La, la, la, la, la, la, la Instrumental And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me Goin' home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Still remains Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li Li la li

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