I woke up from a dream:
I woke up from a dream,And my heart, oh, it feels strong !You only see my sweet sideNow I'm feeling like a song.
I woke up from a dream,I made peace with all my wrongs,I see the beauty in your eyes,A better way to ride along.
Time to dry up your tears,Gotta leave them behind,I dropped down on my knees,Common baby don’t be shy
Time to dry up your tears,Oh, I'll be totally fine,Floating over the seas,To the joy, we can fly high
I woke up from a dream,And the morning sun is smilingTook a ride on the wild sideButterflies, it’s been a while
I woke up from a dreamAll my pieces into oneBeen traveling day and nightJust to find out who I am
Time to dry up your tears,Gotta leave them behind,I dropped down on my knees,Common baby don’t be shy
Time to dry up your tears,Oh, I'll be totally fine,Floating over the seas,To the joy, we can fly high

ENG:

I won't battle it up, I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah. I won't cover it up, I'm just gonna let it be seen.
I won't shut my heart out, I'm just gonna let it feel.
Make room for love, joy and pain, all the emotions under the sun.
You don't have to worry that you don't know how I really feel inside.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool.
The absence of cool.
Ain't nothing cool about me.
I won't sing for the cool, never for the lights, flash or that blue
I'll sing two happy times to follow all those crazy times, but most of all I'll sing too.
I won't bottle it up, I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool.
Absence of cool, oh yeah, do -do -do -do.
I won't bottle it up, no, no.
I'm just gonna let it spill.
Make a room for love, joy and good health so I can live to rip the seeds I saw.
I won't shut my heart's out. I'm just gonna let it feel.
Make room for love, joy and pain, all the emotions under the sun.
I won't bottle it up. I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool, absence of cool.
Ain't nothing cool about me, that don't bother me one bit. No, no, no, no
Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me.

FR:

Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Je ne vais pas le cacher, je vais juste le laisser se voir.
Je ne vais pas fermer mon cœur, je vais juste le laisser ressentir.
Faire de la place pour l’amour, la joie et la douleur, toutes les émotions sous le soleil.
Tu n’as pas à t'inquiéter, tu ne sais peut-être pas vraiment ce que je ressens à l'intérieur.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool.
L'absence de cool.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi.
Je ne chanterai pas pour être cool, jamais pour les lumières, les flashs ou ce bleu.
Je chanterai des moments heureux après tous ces moments fous, mais surtout je chanterai aussi.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool.
Absence de cool, oh ouais, do-do-do-do.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, non, non.
Je vais juste le laisser couler.
Faire de la place pour l'amour, la joie et la bonne santé pour que je puisse vivre pour récolter les graines que j’ai semées.
Je ne vais pas fermer mon cœur. Je vais juste le laisser ressentir.
Faire de la place pour l’amour, la joie et la douleur, toutes les émotions sous le soleil.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi. Je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool, absence de cool.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi, ça ne me dérange même pas un peu. Non, non, non, non.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi.

Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me
and we will walk back to you.
Oh this is just happening all too soonmy life looks like a cartoonand then you'll kiss meand i am all stuck with you.
And I oh Ijust wanna fly highwhatever you say i'll blindly go your wayto the sky
And when we kissit seems as if we're glued togetherforever and ever'till the end of time.
Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me
and we will walk back to you.
Tu tu ru tu to you.

WE MAY FALL IN LOVE

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien vega

I don’t want to fall in love
It’s not a game I wish to choose
Sweet as your advances are
I must regrettably refuse

Love Is just a game of fools
So maybe we could bend the rules

Play the game, lose every time
You bet a dollar, win a dime

I will take that broken heart and heal it
Maybe there will come a day you’ll feel it

‘cause there is something you can’t disguise
There in your eyes
We may fall in love

Will I ever love again, Will I? Will I?
Let me wash away the pain
Love is meant for other men Not I Not I
Let me help you love again
There is such a lot to find
Circumstances
But you need an open mind
Please don’t take this personally,
Take some chances
It simply wasn’t means to be.

I will take that broken heart and heal it
But I can’t let you do it
Maybe there will come a day you’ll feel it
I am impervious to it

But there is something you can’t disguise
I see it in your eyes
We may fall in love
Tonight

Verse 1

Well, not so long ago,
I had the sweetest dream
I will never forget the feeling,
People walking hand in hand
Will you come
with me, come

To the other side of the river
Where peace you will find,

Reach the other side, will we ever
Will you come
With me, come

Verse 2

I’m awake, but
my dream is still here,

In my heart my soul and mind
And I hope this dream we can share,

‘Cause your heart beats just like mine
Will you come with me, come
To the other side of the river
Where peace you will find,

Reach the other side, will we ever
Will you come
with me, come
Will you come,
Come with me, come
Will you come
With me, come

Words by:
Michael Wesley RobinsonMusic by:
Manuel Galvin

ENG:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
I'm a black --- a black sister, black mother, black woman.
How many times do I have to cry over you, my black son, black brother, black father?
If the heart stacked against you not enough
How do you forget all the pain endured by my foremothers, forefathers and ancestors?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
I cry for black girls, black boys, growing up without fathers.
You are the muse of my blues I hate when you called and no good dirt beats heart breaker. Mmm.
For the sake of our love tread the righteous road
You only have a man when behind closed bars I cry I need you home and free with me.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Kudos to all my strong black brothers and a freedom road.
Thank you for all your contribution to my world.
Who would have thought you'd be king in a land where once our ancestors were but sold enslaved my love.
Who are black brothers? Who are black brothers?
Who are black men? Who are black brothers?
I say, who are black brothers, who are black men?

FR:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Je suis une ---, une sœur noire, une mère noire, une femme noire.
Combien de fois dois-je pleurer pour toi, mon fils noir, frère noir, père noir ?
Si le cœur empilé contre toi ne suffit pas
Comment peux-tu oublier toute la douleur endurée par mes aïeux, ancêtres et prédécesseurs ?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
Je pleure pour les filles noires, les garçons noirs, grandissant sans père.
Tu es la muse de mon blues, je déteste quand tu as appelé et que ce sale cœur briseur bat encore. Mmm.
Pour l'amour de notre amour, marche sur la route droite.
Tu es seulement un homme lorsque tu es enfermé, je pleure, j'ai besoin de toi à la maison, libre et avec moi.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Bravo à tous mes frères noirs forts et à une route vers la liberté.
Merci pour toutes vos contributions à mon monde.
Qui aurait cru que tu serais roi dans un pays où autrefois nos ancêtres étaient vendus comme esclaves, mon amour.
Qui sont les frères noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Qui sont les hommes noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Je demande, qui sont les frères noirs, qui sont les hommes noirs ?