Gypsy swing. Fast, lively & determined swing. French jazz of the 40s ...Gypsy swing. Fast, lively & determined swing. French jazz of the 40s & 50s Jazz guitar, vintage organ & rhythm.
Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50 & 60. Exotic, ...Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50 & 60. Exotic, easy going & relaxed. Keyboard, saxophone, vibraphone, strings @ 1'45 & Latin percussion. Suggesting in cocktail bar & lounge hotel.
Tango in the spirit of the 50s & 60s. Danceable, old-fashioned & ...Tango in the spirit of the 50s & 60s. Danceable, old-fashioned & proud. Bandoneon, piano & strings.
단어 ... Happy & danceable champeta calypso. Traditional Afrocaribbean song ...Happy & danceable champeta calypso. Traditional Afrocaribbean song from Colombia, sung in Palenquero. Mixed choirs, female singer, electric guitar, maracas, traditional percussion.
I kelé Kandá ma Tiela mi, Así na Jué Kombilesa Mi (bis)(Yo quiero cantarle a mi tierra, así es amigo mío.) I ta ané kuchá ma ansetroMí Kandá ané a ta bibi andi mi (bis)(ellos están, escucho a mis ancestros, los cantos de ellos viven en mi) I kelé Kandá ma Tiela mi, Asína Jué Kombilesa Mi (bis)(Yo quiero cantarle a mi tierra, así es amigo mío.) I kelé Kandá ma Tiela mi, Asína Jué Kombilesa Mi (bis)(Yo quiero cantarle a mi tierra, así es amigo mío. Asína jué (asi es) 3vecesKombilesa mi (amigo mío) I kelé Kandá (yo quiero cantar)I kelé chitiá(yo quiero hablar)Kelé sarangiá(quiero bailar)Kombilesa mí(Amigo mío) I kelé Kandá (yo quiero cantar)I kelé chitiá(yo quiero hablar)Kelé sarangiá(quiero bailar)Kombilesa mí(Amigo mío)
Instrumental. Happy & danceable champeta calypso. Traditional ...Instrumental. Happy & danceable champeta calypso. Traditional Afrocaribbean rhythm from Colombia. Electric guitar, maracas, traditional percussion.
단어 ... Song. Sung in Italian. Joyful & lively. Acoustic guitar, sax, ...Song. Sung in Italian. Joyful & lively. Acoustic guitar, sax, mandolins, xylophone & rhythm.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
단어 ... French song. Neo retro / pop song / romantic comedy. Lazy, naive & ...French song. Neo retro / pop song / romantic comedy. Lazy, naive & sentimental. Female French singer, acoustic & electric guitars, electric keyboard, string section & rhythm.
La main dans la main, traverser les boulevardsLes yeux dans les yeux comme un roman de gare J’ai toujours sur moi, un pola de toi.
Marcher sous la pluie avec toi dans la nuit C’est pas un problème, dis moi juste « je t’aime » Les bijoux, les fleurs, je vois la vie en couleur.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
Quand viendra le jour où tu ne seras plus là Tu sais mon amour j’aurai toujours sur moi. Tu sais devines quoi? Un pola de toi.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble a ça.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
English translation :
ROMANTIC NOVEL
Hand in hand, crossing the boulevards Eye to eye, like in a romantic novel I always have on me, a polaroid of you.
Walking in the rain with you in the night It's not a problem, just tell me “I love you” The jewels, the flowers, I see life in color.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.
When the day comes when you will no longer be here You know, my love, I will always have on me You know, guess what, a polaroid of you.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.