?a Tusculana A samba, da Tusculana! A samba du Quartu migliu! A samba da Casilina! A samba d? San Juani! A samba di San Lurenzo! A samba da Laurentina
a Tusculana A samba, da Tusculana! A samba du Quartu migliu! A samba da Casilina! A samba d? San Juani! A samba di San Lurenzo! A samba da Laurentina!
um samba nao Fazer samba nao e contar piada E quem faz samba assim nao e de nada O bom samba e uma forma de oracao Porque o samba e a tristeza que
a stranger, I'm a stranger I'm a stranger in this town No, no, no, no I mean no danger, I'm a stranger, I'm a stranger I'm just a stranger in this town
the grownups laughed out loud Now the years roll on, tired voices have all gone Now they ride their thunder through the heavens There's a world in every
, goodbye If God was a woman If God was a woman If God was a woman If God was a woman We's all burn in hell If God was a Woman, woman, woman, woman
tears, they leave a stain The streets have left him broken He's in the final phase It's been a long hard road From his glory days There's a tattoo
the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid I was alright Just a small town homeboy, with big dreams Following his conscience, in a world
Life is a road Forever winding where it leads us I don't know In it together for better or worse Searching for our pal of gold Time leaves a trail Of
of these stars Swaying in thrall to the fading guitars Lost on the beach in this trance They're playing the last samba The last samba The last samba
When you think you've got problems When you're feeling confused When you don't know from troubles And your brain is in a shnew Every Thomas Dick and
no queda nada. Sólo una pobre canción da vueltas por mi guitarra y hace rato que te extraña mi samba para olvidar. Mi samba vivi
You can be a million miles away, I will always love you. You can be a thousand thought always, I'll be thinking of you. No matter where you try to hide
his tears, they leave a stain. The streets have left him broken, he's in the final phase, It's been a long hard road, from his glory days. There's a tattoo
the Jersey City line. Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid, I was alright. Just a small town homeboy, with big dreams, Following his conscience, in a
get married they always have a dance The music is grand, with a samba band And people are carried away with such romance Ole, ole, the wedding samba Will bring a