Bright neo-classical theme in a baroque mood. Decided but thoughful & Bright neo-classical theme in a baroque mood. Decided but thoughful & pastoral. Orchestra with oboe & piano @ 1'02.
Underscore. Modern sentimental latin folk, with dream-pop elements. Underscore. Modern sentimental latin folk, with dream-pop elements. Spanish guitar, synths, minimal electronics & Latin percussion.
Modern Latin folk. Sentimental lament, sung in Spanish with dream-pop Modern Latin folk. Sentimental lament, sung in Spanish with dream-pop elements. Female singer, Spanish guitar, synths, minimal electronic & Latin percussion.歌词
Yo voy llorando mi pena Porque la quiero llorar Si no quisiera llorarla Mejor me pone a cantá'
Déjame llora que llore Que pruebe la oscuridad Déjame sola ay que añore Pa que te vuelva a buscá'
Tambolero pa cantá'
Déjame llora que llore Que pruebe la oscuridad Déjame sola ay que añore Pa que te vuela a llamar
Tambolero pa cantá'
Voy tambolero Tambolero pa' cantá' Voy tambolero Tambolero pa' cantá' Deja que hoy quiero llorá' Tambolero pa' cantá' Pa' que te vuelva a llamá' Tambolero pa' cantá'
Tambolero, tambolero, tambolero tambolero...
Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Déja que la noche caiga Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Y nos volvamo' a encontrá' Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Sin prisa, sin afán Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Como la ciénaga va al mar Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero
80's. Pop song. Catchy, driving & lively. Male singer, synth & rhythm.歌词
Take me with you if you want it toTake me as I am if you feel the same In a lost and lonely world, come and be my girlBe my extra time in this lonely world Take me on tonight Take me with you if you want it toTake me as I am if you feel the same In a lost and lonely world, come and be my girlBe my extra time in this lonely world Take me on tonight Ahh Take me on tonight
There is something you should know about meSomething no one knows please believe me Very hard to tell i think i’m leavingThere is something you should know about me
Cause i feel so good yes it’s understoodI don’t know why you try to tell me liesI’d rather say to you goodbye
80's. Pop song. Nocturnal, decided & moving. Male singer, choir, 80's. Pop song. Nocturnal, decided & moving. Male singer, choir, synth & rhythm.歌词
Feeling lost in this lonely world you never, listened to meEverything we do we do for a reason but it’s never for freeJust like that like a bolt from the blue you’re thinking what’s happened to meEverything you’ve done and all that you’ve become has disappeared Ooh, I’m nothing baby, without your loveOoh ooh, the way I feel, oh you’re coming homeYou’re coming home Ooh, I’m nothing baby, without your loveOoh ooh, the way I feel, oh you’re coming homeYou’re coming home I was lost but now, I’m found
Dynamic, but relax & sensual. Fx filter. Sampled female voice, Dynamic, but relax & sensual. Fx filter. Sampled female voice, electric keyboard & rhythm.歌词
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Dynamic, but relax & sensual. Fx filter. Sampled female voice, Dynamic, but relax & sensual. Fx filter. Sampled female voice, electric keyboard & 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!!
70's TV series. Urgent & determined. Pop from the 70's. Strings, 70's TV series. Urgent & determined. Pop from the 70's. Strings, piano, trumpet & rhythm.
