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Belle Perez Lyrics - Hija De La Luna Lyrics 

Tonto el que no entienda
Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuro a la luna
hasta el amanecer
Liorando pedia
Al llegar el dia
Desposar un cale

Tendras a tu
hombre piel morena
Desde el cielo
hablo la luna llena
Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a el
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer

Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que pretendes hacer
Con un nio de piel
Hijo de la luna

De padre canela nacio un nio
Blanco como el lomo
de un armio
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna
Nio albino de luna
Maldita su estampa
Este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo callo

Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que pretendes hacer
Con un nio de piel
Hijo de la luna

Gitano al creerse
deshonrado
Se fue a su mujer
cuchillo en mano
De quien es el hijo ?
Me has engaao fijo
Y de muerte la hirio
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el nio en brazos
Y alli le abandono

Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que pretendes hacer
Con un nio de piel
Hijo de la luna

Y en las noches
que haya luna llena
Sera porque el nio
este de buenas
Y si el nio llora
Menguara la luna
Para hacerie una cuna
Y si el nio llora
Menguara la luna
Para hacerie una cuna


 

Hijo de la Luna /

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, 06 2010 . 16:08 +

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Tool - No Quarter




TOOL VERSION

 

Lock the door, kill the light.

 

No one's coming home tonight.

 

The sun beats down and don't you know?

 

All our lives are growing cold, oh...

 

They bring news that must get through.

 

To build a dream for me and you, oh.

 

Locked in a place where no one goes.

 

They ask no quarter

 

They have no quarter.

 

Lock the door, kill the light

 

No one's coming home tonight

 

It's getting colder (7x)

 

Locked in a place where no one goes.

 

Lock the door, kill the light

 

No one's coming home tonight

 

They bring news that must get through.

 

Dying peace in me and you

 

Locked in a place where no one goes.

 

We have no quarter

 

We have no quarter

 

We ask no quarter


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, 06 2010 . 23:24 +

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Mylene Farmer-Libertine






Mylène Farmer - Pourvu qu'elles soient douces - Libertine II Part 1





Mylène Farmer - Pourvu qu'elles soient douces - Libertine II Part 2





 

Libertine

 
Cendre de lune, petite bulle d'écume 
Poussée par le vent je brûle et je m'enrhume 
Entre mes dunes, reposent mes infortunes 
C'est nue que j'apprends la vertu 

Je je, suis libertine 
Je suis une catin 
Je je, suis si fragile 
Qu'on me tienne la main 

Fendre la lune, baisers d'épine et de plume 
Bercée par un petit vent je déambule 
La vie est triste comme un verre de grenadine 
Aimer c'est pleurer quand on s'incline 

Je je, suis libertine 
Je suis une catin 
Je je, suis si fragile 
Qu'on me tienne la main 

Quand sur mon corps, tu t'endors 
Je m'évapore, bébé tu dors et moi j'attends l'aurore 
Quand de mes lèvres tu t'enlèves un goût amer 
me rappelle que je suis au ciel 

Cendre de lune, petite bulle d'écume 
Perdue dans le vent je brûle et je m'enrhume 
Mon corps a peur, la peau mouillée 
j'ai plus d'âme 
Papa, ils ont violé mon coeur
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Pourvu qu'elles soient douces

 
Eh mec! 
Ton regard oblique 
En rien n'est lubrique 
Ta maman t'a trop fessé 
Ton goût du revers 
N'a rien de pervers 
Et ton bébé n'est pas faché 

Ton kamasutra 
A bien cent ans d'âge 
Mon Dieu que c'est démodé 
Le nec plus ultra 
En ce paysage 
C'est d'aimer les deux côtés 

Ta majesté 
Jamais ne te déplaces 
Sans ton petit oreiller 
A jamais je suis 
Ton unique classe 
Tout n'est que prix à payer 

Tu fais des Ah! des Oh! 
Derrière ton ouvrage 
Quand mon petit pantalon 
Debout et de dos 
Sans perdre courage 
Dénude tes obsessions 

Tu t'entêtes à te foutre de tout 
Mais pourvu qu'elles soient douces 
D'un poète tu n'as que la lune en tête 
De mes rondeurs tu es K.O.! 
Tu t'entêtes à te foutre de tout 
Mais pourvu qu'elles soient douces 
D'un esthète tu n'as gardé qu'un "air bête" ... 
Tout est beau si c'est "Vue de dos" ! 

OK ! 
Prose ou poésie 
Tout n'est que prétexte 
Pas la peine de t'excuser 
Muse ou égérie 
Mes petites fesses 
Ne cessent de t'inspirer 

Je fais des Ah! des Oh! 
Jamais ne me lasse 
Par amour pour un toqué 
Ne faut-il pas que 
Jeunesse se passe 
A quoi bon se bousculer ?
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Mylene Farmer / Innamoramento

, 03 2010 . 20:41 +

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Innamoramento


Toi qui n'as pas su me reconnaitre,
Ignorant ma vie, ce monastere, j'ai...
Devant moi une porte entrouverte
Sur un peut-etre,
Meme s'il me faut tout recommencer...

Toi qui n'as pas cru ma solitude,
Ignorant ses cris, ses angles durs... J'ai
Dans le coeur un fil minuscule,
Filament de lune,
Qui soutient la, un diamant qui s'uses...
Mais qui aime...

J'n'ai pas choisi de l'etre,
Mais c'est la, "L'INNAMORAMENTO".
L'amour, la mort, peut-etre,
Mais suspendre le temps pour un mot.
Tout se dilate et cede a tout
Et c'est la, "L'INNAMORAMENTO",
Tout son etre s'impose a nous,
Trouver enfin peut-etre un echo.

Toi qui n'as pas vu l'autre cote, de...
Ma memoire aux portes condamnees, j'ai,
Tout enfoui les tresors du passe,
Les annees blessees.
Comprends-tu qu'il me faudra cesser...
Moi qui n'ai plus regarde le ciel, j'ai...
Devant moi cette porte entrouverte, mais
L'inconnu a meurtri plus d'un coeur,
Et son ame soeur.
On l'espere, on l'attend, on la fuit meme,
Mais on aime.





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Moloko - The Time Is Now

, 06 2009 . 14:45 +

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Moloko - The Time Is Now






You're my last breathe.
You're a breathe of fresh air to me.
Hi, I'm empty.
Tell we you care for me.

You're the first thing.
And the last thing on my mind.
In your arms
I feel. Sunshine.

On a promise.
A day dream yet to come.
Time is upon us,
Oh but the night is young.

Flowers blossom.
In the winter time.
In your arms
I feel sunshine.

Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.

You may find yourself.
Out on a limb for me.
Could you expect it?
As a part of your destiny.

I give all I have.
But it's not enough.
And my patience is shot.
So I'm calling your bluff.

Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.

And we gave it time.
All eyes are on the clock.
Quit time takes too much time.
Please make the waiting stop.

And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
I feel no fear as I do.
Do as I must.

Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.

Tempted by fear.
But I won't hesitate.
The time is now.
And I can't wait.

I've been empty too long.
Took a chance and now it's gone.
And the time has come.
And the night is young.

The time is now.
Let's make this moment last.

Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.




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Mylene Farmer. !!!

, 11 2009 . 02:38 +

Mylène Farmer - Que mon coeur lâche



 

Que Mon Coeur Lache ( Mylene Farmer )

Bien trop brutal
L'amalgame
La dance des corps
L'amouir mort

Amour poison
Collision
La peur s'abat
Sur nos ebats

Toi entre nous
Caoutchouc
Tu t'insinues
Dans nos amours

C'est pas facile
Le plaisir
Apprivoiser
Ton corps glace

Quel mauvais ange
Se derange
Pour crucifier
Mes libertes

Moi pauvre diable
J'ai si mal
Vertige d'amour,
Amour blesse

Que mon coeur lache
Mes reves
D'amours excentriques
N'ont plus leur strass
Mon stress
D'amour est si triste

Que mon coeur lache
Mais fais-moi mal
Abuse des liens et des lys
Les temps sont laches
L'amour a mal
Les temps sont amour plastique.

 

 

 

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Depeche Mode - Home

, 27 2009 . 00:12 +




 

Home ( Depeche Mode )

Here is a song
From the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound
To the ground
By the loneliest sound
That pounds from within
And is pinning me down

Here is a page
From the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here

The heat and the sickliest
Sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees
And my feet
I'm drowning in time
To a desperate beat

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here.

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend
I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends
The next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you
From bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here

 

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Hans Zimmer And Lisa Gerrard - Now we are free

, 29 2009 . 00:04 +

 

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Artist: Lisa Gerrard Lyrics
Song: Now We Are Free Lyrics

Anol shalom
Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um {shaddai}
Flavum
Nom de leesh
Ham de nam um das
La um de
Flavne…

We de ze zu bu
We de sooo a ru
Un va-a pesh a lay
Un vi-I bee
Un da la pech ni sa
(Aaahh)
Un di-I lay na day
Un ma la pech a nay
Mee di nu ku

(Fast tempo, 4 times)
La la da pa da le na da na
Ve va da pa da le na la dumda

Anol shalom
Anol sheh ley kon-nud de ne um.
Flavum.
Flavum.
M-ai shondol-lee
Flavu… {Live on…}
Lof flesh lay
Nof ne
Nom de lis
Ham de num um dass
La um de
Flavne…
Flay
Shom de nomm
Ma-lun des
Dwondi.
Dwwoondi
Alas sharum du koos
Shaley koot-tum.

 


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, 02 2009 . 02:28 +

 

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Rob Dougan - Furious Angels





Furious Angels

Like a sentence of death,
I got no options left,
I've got nothing to show now.

I'm down on the ground,
I've got seconds to live,
and you can't go now.

'Cause love, like invisible bullet shot me down
and I'm bleeding, yeah I'm bleeding
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.
Will bring you back to me.

You're a dirty needle,
you're in my blood and there's no cure in me.
And i wanna run, like the blood from a wound
to a place you can't see me.
'Cause love, like a blow to the head has left me stunned
and I'm reeling, yeah I'm reeling
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.

You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs
and there's no saving me.
And I can't get up,
from this wet crimson bed that you made for me.
That you made for me!
'Cause love like a knife in the back has cut me down
and I'm bleeding, yeah I'm bleeding,
and if you go, angels will run to defend me, to defend me.

'Cause I can't get up, I'm as cold as a stone,
I can feel the life fade from me.
I'm down on the ground, I've got second to live,
and what's that waits for me, oh that waits for me!
'Cause love like a sentence of death, left me stunned,
and I'm reeling, yeah I'm reeling,
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.


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, 29 2009 . 01:05 +

 

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Depeche Mode - In Your Room



 
In Your Room

 

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
(Repeat)

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
(Repeat 3)


 


 




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, 20 2009 . 23:26 +

 

 

Robbie Williams - Feel

 


 

 

Feel ()
Robbie Williams ( )
Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given


I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand


I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste


I don't want to die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her


I scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming

I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste


And I need to feel real love
And a life ever after
I cannot give it up


I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste


I just wanna feel real love
In a life ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place


Come and hold my hand
I want to contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
Not sure I understand [4x]

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Lonely People

, 18 2009 . 16:54 +

Beatles - Eleanor Rigby





Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?


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