The Attraction of Opposites

Music By Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

I’m this you’re that
You’re sharp and I’m flat
You’re hot I’m not
you’re bold and I’m shy
Maybe one day w’ell see eye to eye?

We’re told that it’s a fact
That opposites attract
Are we made for each other?
Funny how it goes
You hit it on the nose (Yeah!)

I’ll be here ,you’ll be there
We could be anywhere
I’don’t care, we’re a pair
What are we waiting for?
I don’t see no need for hesitating

Let’s not analyse
The wherefore’s and the why’s
Cos you know that there is no
Better place to start
Listen to your heart

We can go readily
Taking it steadily
Perfectly thrlilingly
Ever so willingly
It’s not complicated

I can go high
I can go low
Fast,
slow
Let that river flow

Maybe we are right
Maybe we are wrong
It was meant to happen all along
So if he is mine I’m his
That’s the way it is
Love is bitter-sweet
There’s nothing we can
Do about it

Is it all probable?
Nothing’s impossible
chemical,’lectrical, don’t try to fight it it’s
Cleary unavoidable

Don’t ask why
Don’t try to understand


Just give me your hand
My oh my is this life… Grand

move your feet

Coupl 1
Move your feet
come on dance to the heat
dance to the beat
Common and move your feet

Ref 1
come come come inside
Babe
you got me going crazy
Never wanna stop

come come come

coupl 2
move your feet
come on dance to the hit
dance to the beat
Common and move your feet

REF 2
are you ready now?
Babe
you got me going crazy
Never wanna stop

come come come COME

move your feet
dance to the hit
move your feet
dance to the hit

Sal de la playa mi amor
que yo te quiero llevar a gozar
el nuevo ritmo que hace furor
ponte tus zapatitos de charol
que toda la noche vamos a gozar
del cha-cha-cha

Te tienes que decidir
porque la orquesta ya va a comenzar
al son de maracas trompeta y bongo
música y dulces palabras de amor, mira
y el universo va girando al compas
del cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha


Y báilalo bonito todo meneadito
con ese cuerpito aaay!

EN:

Get off the beach my love
that I want to take you to enjoy
the new rhythm that is making a buzz
put on your patent leather shoes
that all night long we will enjoy
the cha-cha-cha

You have to decide
because the orchestra is about to start
to the sound of trumpet and bongo maracas
music and sweet words of love, look
and the universe is turning to the compass
of the cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha


And shake it beautifully all over
with that little body aaay!

Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir
:«
Un homme a succombé dans le noir
»
Ah
! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris
Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête...
Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant
?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais
Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront
?


English translation :
Apaches
On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness”
Ah
! Watch them slip silently by
Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the
Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments
On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever
Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.

Je n’ai que ton amourPour baigner de douceurLa fuite de nos joursOublier nos malheurs.Cette route insensée
Epuise notre sangPourquoi vivre accabléLorsque l’on s’aime tant
Je n’ai que ton amourPour enflammer ma vieDans ta force infinieJe me love sans détourTu réchauffe mon cœurApaise mon chagrinPourquoi tout ce bonheur
Aurait-il une fin
Je n’ai que ton amourDans mon sang dans ma chairEt ma gorge se serreAttendant ton retourDes automnes durant.Le bois mort de nos viesCouvrira nos printemps
Et nos amours finis


English translation :

I’ve only got your love
I’ve only got your loveTo sweetly batheThe passing of our daysTo forget our unhappinessThis road without senseDrains us of blood,Why live despondentWhen we

love each other so much
I’ve only got your loveto light up my lifeI unhesitatingly bury myself
In your infinite strengthYou recandle my heaertSweeten my sadnessWhy must all this happinessCome to an end
I’ve only got your loveIn my flesh and bloodAnd the tears well upAwaiting your returnFor so many autumnsThe dead wood of our livesWill cover our springtimesAnd our lost love

Je tourne en rond dans ma boutique,J'en ai ma claque j'en ai ma clique.J'vends des souvenirs au bout d'la place,Toute une camelote qui s'entasse,Mais tout ce commerce est en berne,Depuis que c'est mon mec qui le gouverne.

Oh! mais là faut que ça cesse!J'suis plus de la première jeunesseSi je veux vivre de mes breloques,Il faut que j'le mette à la porte!
Mais qui va m'réchauffer l'café?Partager mes coups dans l'nez?Me dire que j'suis la plus belle,Pendant que je fais la vaisselle?

Et dès qu'arrivent les touristes,Le voilà qui se met en piste!Il terrorise les gamins,Et les parents font du tintouin,Et s'il entre une bonne sœur, Monsieur, grossier,Insulte le seigneur!


English translation :
RENGAINE

I go round and round in my boutique,I can’t stand it anymoreI sell souvenirs at the end of the square,A load of tat piling upBut because business is badSince my guy took over
Oh
! it’s got to stopI’m no longer in the prime of youthIf I must live from my trinketsI’ll have to chuck him outBut who’s gonna make my coffeeShare the one over the oddsTell me I am the prettiestWhile I’m doing the washing-up
And as soon as the tourists arrive,Then his show beginsHe terrorizes the kidsAnd the parents make fussAnd if a none comes in, Monsieur, uncouth,Insults the Good Lord

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby
I ain’t home Can’t pick you up can’t drop you a line
Sorry baby I ain’t got the time I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Saturday night I ain’t hitting the hop I told you baby
I’m too busy to bop
No time to twist no time to have fun
I ain’t jiving got stuff to be done

I’m busy, well baby
I’m busy well I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby I ain’t home
Can’t pick you up, gotta step on the gas
I tell you baby it’s a pain in the ass

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Got things to do got people to see
Got fish to fry got places to be
Can’t pick you up I can’t drop you a line
I’m sorry baby I ain’t got the time

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

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.