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Where have you been?

I'll sing, you'll cry
I'll sing, you'll cry
Sing lyrics for us by heart
I'll sing, you'll cry
You'll cry
You'll sing along and cry
You'll cry
 
I withdrawn into myself, texts, notes
You told me, the songs're the worst idea
I'm a poet and not always hear the right note
But I hear your hearts, that's more important
 
I composed all the songs about you
I invented this love to you myself
So sing along, look at
Who I have become
Just a question
 
Where have you been?? With who?
I, I sang in stairwells
I sang these songs, sang to different stupid birches
Indiscriminately
 
Where have you been?? With who?
I, I sang in stairwells
I sang these songs, sang to different stupid birches
Indiscriminately
 
I'll sing, you'll cry
I'll sing, you'll cry
Sing lyrics for us by heart
I'll sing, you'll cry
You'll cry
You'll sing along and cry
You'll cry
 
I'll sing, you'll cry
I'll sing, you'll cry
Sing lyrics for us by heart
I'll sing, you'll cry
You'll cry
You'll sing along and cry
You'll cry
 
No matter where I am
The avenue leads to you
Let's put aside doubts
I'm with you, without you I'm lost, yes
 
Here's my shoulder, hold it
Give me your hand, we'll run away
From this dirty lie
But you've foiled it
 
There are floors between us
I have a good life
Though you threw me on knives
I learned how to live without you
 
There are floors between us
I have a good life,
Though you threw me on knives
I learned how to live without you
 
To live without you
To live without you
To live without you
Just a question
 
Where have you been?? With who?
I, I sang in stairwells
I sang these songs, sang to different stupid birches
Indiscriminately
 

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Rocky Joe (Italian Opening)

Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
Rocky Joe's a great champion
Rocky's awesome
Rocky hurts you
just a punch to knock you down
 
Rocky has what it takes
he sweats, hits and pants
during training
he hits and hits hard as on a nail
 
Rocky Joe you're great
Rocky Joe you're strong
Rocky Joe you'll win
Rocky Joe you're great
Rocky Joe you're strong
Rocky Joe you'll win for us
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
 
Rocky Joe
 
Rocky Joe and his old man
who wants him great
he doesn't ask questions
but he works and works hard
 
Rocky's scary
Rocky's nature
like an overflowing river
nothing's standing up with him, you have to see him
 
Rocky Joe you're great
Rocky Joe you're strong
Rocky Joe you'll win
Rocky Joe you're great
Rocky Joe you're strong
Rocky Joe you'll win for us
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
 
Rocky Joe
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rocky-Rocky-Rocky Joe
Rocky Joe
 
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Many Faces

Sometimes the wind is good
And the hot sun touches my face
Sometimes the world is beautiful
And there is no one in the world
that could compare to me
In one moment I change
The fears flow, again I hate
Dark days, scorched fields
And the end does not show
 
Chorus/Pizmon:
I have many faces
And sometimes, I fear
Like everyone, I could get hurt and fall
Many faces
Waves waves, in a raging sea
I return to the beach line, the better one
In my heart, I do not give up
 
There is a place from within me
that only from the echo of your voice
all of it turns around in whirls
There is a dream, many days I go after you
Sit in the desert
Suddenly without a reason I shatter
And then everyone who sees burts
The fears rise, lost days
Pass with pain
 
Chorus/Pizmon...
 

Mr Ramon

Mr Ramon was cheating on the maids
and also many times to those who weren't.
The poor maids when they go to bed,
tururut, tururut, who moans has received.
 
- - - - - - (chinese music)
Poor Fu Manchu they cheat you with a chinese.
Poor Fu Manchu it only happens to you
When every chinky chinese goes to bed
Tu lu lu lu lu lu lu, I have so much blood
that at five I have “song”.
 
- - - - - - (arab music)
The moor Salem cheats on favourites
The moor Salem cheats on the whole harem
The poor odalisques when they go to bed,
tu ru ru ru ru ru ru, ru, tu ru ru ru ru ru ru, ru
For Allah, they had received.
 
- - - - - - (catalan rumba)
And look if the gipsy Ramon knew,
that he was cheating on the maids.
And look if the gipsy Ramon knew,
that he was cheating on everybody.
The poor maids... olé!
when they go to bed ... Pepé, Pepé!
Turú, turú, tuturututú .. who moans has received,
Turú, turú, tuturututú .. who moans has received.
Cuchibiri, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, papa!
cuchibiri, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, papa!
cuchibiri, cuchibiri, cuchibiri, papa!
Gipsy Ramon!
 
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The nightmare

His majesty didn't look like a Cypriot,
or a Belgian or a Swiss man or a Scot,
but quite plainly (unfortunately) like one of our fellow-countrymen,
in my dream the King of Fools was French.
 
When a pretentious sot wore a crown,
we all applauded in chorus,
we the proud descendantof General Cambronne,
in my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
And all as one man, we ran to be employed
as soon as an arse-kicker came by,
offering bums to the left, offering bums to the right,
in my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
Dupont, Durand, Dubois, Duval, Dupuis, Duchêne,
In our rifles blossom was growing,
always ready to make us go down on the next one,
in my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
We took the Bastille and, the thing having been done,
we were dancing openly in public,
to build another of the same at the end of the celebrations.
in my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
Between two bloody messes, we would concentrate on buttocks,
we kissed each other, we embraced each other,
so that the cuckolds would continue the species,
in my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
When I sprang from my bed, and I heard the quantity
of nonsense that was flourishing,
I had like the impression that I hadn't woken from my nap,
from my dream where the King of Fools was French.
 
His majesty didn't look like a Cypriot,
or a Belgian or a Swiss man or a Scot,
but quite plainly, unfortunately, like one of our fellow-countrymen,
in my dream the King of Fools was French.
 
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