Vai meu irmao Pega esse aviao De correr assim Voce tem razao Desse frio Mas beija O meu Rio de Janeiro Antes que um aventureiro Lance mao Pede perdao
Eu sem voce Nao tenho porque Porque sem voce Nao sei nem chorar Sou chama sem luz Jardim sem luar Luar sem amor Amor sem se dar Eu sem voce Sou
Quand on deboule, tout se deroule, sur un air de soul. Voiture lustree, contact, un son compact. Les freres coiffes boogie, degrades, Pento, Soul-Glow
Etre heureux, c?est plus ou moins ce qu?on cherche J?aime rire, chanter et je n?empeche Pas les gens qui sont bien d?etre joyeux Pourtant s?il est une
No sé para que volviste, si ya empezaba a olvidar. No sé si ya lo sabrás, lloré cuando vos te fuiste. No se para que volviste
Way down in the land of the Rio Grande When people get married they always have a dance The music is grand, with a samba band And people are carried
Like the arrival of the purest from of life It sets its course to remain just that If not for the blatant disregard for its purity It would never uncover
I got rhythm I got music I got my man [Speaking] You play real good! How old are you? Eight? ...I was eight once... For a whole year! Then I
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Someone to hold me tight That would be very nice Someone to love me right That would be very nice Someone to understand Each little dream in me
Mon dieu que c'est lache Que c'est facheux Quelle tragedie,quel tracas Mon dieu que c'est vache Mon amoureux est reparti la-bas Mon dieu que c'est triste
This is just a little samba Built upon a single note Other notes are bound to follow But the root is still that note Now this new note is the consequence
by Michael Nesmith Mike: I dunno... CR: This is twelve... Mike: ...they don't smell like corn silk... Everybody, Samba! Me and my calico girlfriend, Starting
Halloween in Tijuana full moon in my eyes I wonder how in the hell I got here without a disguise Should I take this last step or turn myself around Or
This one's called Now for you Downtown samba Canal Street's where we dance, we do the Rhumba, Samba The city's hot, we're almost naked, it's a scandal
So here it is children yet another chance Special delivery for one final dance Prick up your ears, put on your dancing shoes You?ve waited long enough
When I walk around Soho I remember Gamboa There's a feeling, there's a beat That hugs me like a boa Walking by the docks Where Donga make the samba In