Doar tu esti, tu esti ingerasul meu
Si acum daca ai vrea
As putea sa fiu diavolitza ta.
I:
Ingerasule, scumpul meu ingeras,
Nu-i asa ca ai vrea sa ma saruti usor
Si-apoi sa ma iei cu tine sus in zbor ?
:
Ce te face sa crezi ca as vrea
Sa fii tu, acum, diavolitza mea ?
Tu minti, si minti, cand de fapt vrei cu totul altceva.
:..
II:
Ingerasule, scumpul meu ingeras,
Oi fi tu un scump, dar nu exagera
Doar un pupic, atata de mi-aï da.
:..
(x3):..
Bob Sinclair – Love generation Video
Bob Sinclair – Love generation Lyrics
From Jamaica to the world,
It’s just love,
It’s just love,
Yeah!
Why must our children play in the streets,
Broken hearts and faded dreams,
Peace and love to everyone that you meet,
Don’t you worry, it could be so sweet,
Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I’ve got so much love in my heart,
No-one can tear it apart,
Yeah,
Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Feel the love generation,
C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon yeah,
(Whistling…..)
Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel the love generation,
Ooohhh yeah-yeah,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Gonna be, gonna, gonna, gonna be alright,
Why must our children play in the streets,
Broken hearts and faded dreams,
Peace and love to everyone that you meet,
Don’t you worry, it could be so sweet,
Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I’ve got so much love in my heart,
No-one can tear it apart,
Yeah
Dean Martin – That’s Amore Audio
Dean Martin – That’s Amore Lyrics
(In Napoli where love is King)
(When boy meets girl)
(Here’s what they say)
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big-a pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine
Like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells’ll ring
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts’ll play
Tippi-tippi-tay
Tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool
Joost-a like pasta fazool
That’s amore
When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet, you’re in love
When you walk in a dream
But you know you’re not dreamin’, signore
‘Scusami, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that’s amore
(When the moon hits your eye)
(Like a big-a pizza pie, that’s amore)
That’s amore
(When the world seems to shine
(Like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore)
That’s amore
(Bells will ring)
(Ting-a-ling-a-ling)
(ting-a-ling-a-ling)
(And you’ll sing “Vita bella”)
(Vita bell-vita bella)
(Hearts will play)
(Tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay)
(Like a gay tarantella)
Lucky fella
When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool
That’s amore (that’s amore)
When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet, you’re in love
When you walk in a dream
But you know you’re not dreaming, signore
‘Scusami, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that’s amore
Bob Sinclair Feat. Steve Edwards – Together Video
Bob Sinclair Feat. Steve Edwards – Together Lyrics
Oh yeah we’re back now, oh!
More bad news on the radio
Planet Earth she’s about to explode, yeah.
The stars have lost their shine today
They have all been blown away
Together, only hope can be away
Let me hear you say
One day, we’ll be together
We’ll never be apart,
One heart, one mind yeah
One day we’ll be together
Remeber this old world is yours and mine (yeah)
See that man with a pen and gun ?
Says its over for everyone (oh no)
No I don’t believe it’s true
But, I guess its up to me and you
Together, we will find a way through.
I believe in you
One day, we’ll be together
We’ll never be apart,
One heart, one mind yeah
One day we’ll be together
Remeber this old world is yours and mïne (yeah)…
Oh oh oh..
Ca tot a venit sedinta (summit-ul) si tufisul (Bush), o dedicatie, poate ia si dl Base aminte :
Don’t want to be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.
Well maybe I’m the faggot America.
I’m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.
Don’t want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It’s calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.