Je suis Bresilien, j'ai de l'or, Et j'arrive de Rio-Janeire Plus riche aujourd'hui que naguere, Paris, je te reviens encor ! Deux fois je suis venu
Translation: Nougaro, Claude. Brazilian.
bien longtemps Bresilien mon frere d'armes Sur le parcours du c?ur battant Toi qui ris avec tes larmes Emperlant de dents tes cils Debarque avec ton Bresil Bresilien
I see a little bird that is sitting in the treetop A pretty little bird that is sitting in the treetop I see a little bird that is sitting in the treetop
This is the maze of life This is the maze of death This is the matrix of eternity The demon never sleeps The demon never lies He beats my heart and leaves
Yo canto a Brasil Esta rumba de gitana para ti Yo canto tu sabor Con samba que se mescla con amor Yo canto a Brasil Esta rumba de gitana para ti Yo canto
I saw her standing there Red fire in her hair She knows I can't resist The poison from her lips I never wanted it, I tried to run from it Temptation
air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than
candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind live on the freeway listen to signs
In the dream that awakened me, you had come and taken me to a sea of stars. The cat stood in the flowers, two ears above. And the ground that was under
When you drive a nail through all that's good, the carpenter becomes the wood. If my concentration sounds like wreckage, it's 'cause I got a new feeling
i just found the frame where i took your picture away and in my wallet like a saint from some other place that picture repays my eyes as they glaze a
I live in a hotel must keep writing if I'm to be better than everyone else like figure skating like asphyxiating on your own seeping fumes you're just
i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he
we are the high street service trays coming to take you away pasadena 1968 with speed on your breakfast plate aunt cancer calls them happy pills they
