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Yo te doy mi corazónLlora gavilánSió sió gavilánY tú a mí me das el tuyoLlora gavilánSió sió gavilánSió sió gavilánQue me encuentro el desvaríoLlora gavilánSió sió gavilánSió sió gavilánYo soy como el gallo negroLlora gavilánSió sióQue me encuentro el desvaríoLlora gavilánSió sió gavilánSió sió gavilánYo soy como el gallo negroLlora gavilánSió sió

traditional Latin, sung in Spanish, Colombia, folk guitar, poignant, traditional song, female singer, moving, exotic, wide open space, luminous, panoramic, confident, suspended atmosphere, pastoral, road movie, sentimental, tracking shot, arpeggio, lullaby, country & garden, charming, handclap, folky, intimate, mystical, dreamy, tender, everyday life, tropical forest, electric bass , Caribbean, steady, folk song, melodic, patient, spring, folk ballad, contemporary series, acoustic, modern, archive footage, fx delay, slow, nature (lyrics), heritage, small ensemble, main version, vocal, world music

Blue like the sea, warm like a stone, your eyes, in July by the shore.
They sent me a glance; an arrow that pierced my heart's core.

As sure as a wave, and bold as the moon I fell like a bird from my flight,
into a dream only meant to last just one long summer night.

Now I must wait for winter's cold winds, before I know you're mine.
I can't believe what you say when I beg for a sign.

Blue like the sea, warm like a stone, your eyes, in July by the shore.
They sent me a glance; an arrow that pierced right into my lonely heart's core.

Hurry, hurry, winter winds tell me for sure!

Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te
Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te
Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh

pop song, variety music, sung in Italian song, female singer, Italy, Song and theme, advertising, sentimental, romantic , love (lyrics), romantic comedy, moving, melancholic, passionate, dreamy, catchy, folk guitar, intimate, confident, uplifting, B movie, everyday life, tender, acoustic piano, acoustic, male singer, electric guitar, slow, main version

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.

sung French, female singer, 1960, France, modern, feminine, lazy, french variety, love (lyrics), romantic comedy, carefree, pop song, advertising, sentimental, everyday life, swaying, confident, folk guitar, naive, tender, rhythm section, electric guitar, string section, medium, sensual, main version

Que
le llaman relicario
a
Cadiz no le llaman Cadiz
que
le llaman relicario
porque
tiene por patrona
a la
virgen del rosario
porque
por patrona a la virgen del rosario



Ay a
la mar que te vayas
querido
pepe
por
muy lejos que vayas
me
voy por verte



que
mira que bonito està
ay
como reluce mi Cadiz
ay
mira que bonito està
sobre
un cachito de tierra

que
le ha robaito al mar
sobre
un cachito de tierra

que
le ha robaito al mar
cuando
se entra en Cadiz
por
la bahia
se
entra en el paraiso

de
la alegria

alegrias, Flamenco, flamenco guitar, Spain, palmas, female ethnic soloist voice, night activity, confident, lively, festive, proud, fiery, happy & joyful, sensual, everyday life, acoustic, danceable, geopolitics, jerky

Why are there mornings if we don't wake up?
Why are there nights if we don't flame up?
These are some questions I ask myself
When I see people living without going ahead

Free electron, that is what I thought when you walked my way
Free electron, nobody knows what you do all the day
But you just don't lose time to be a better man
You just go so far in the experiment
You just feed your soul and moult like a snake
You just keep the pace unveiling the fake

Why would we stay here when we could go there
Why would we give up when life is so fair
These are some questions I ask myself
When I see people living without looking behind
These are some questions some basic questions
I still couldn't find the answers
Still couldn't find the answers

Free electron, that is what I thought when you walked my way
Free electron, nobody knows what you do all the day
But you just don't lose time to be a better man
You just go so far in the experiment
You just feed your soul and moult like a snake
You just keep the pace unveiling the fake

Song and theme, sung in English , folk song, vocal, love (lyrics), folk ballad, female singer, charming, romantic comedy, intimate, introspective, jazzy, pop song, sentimental, rising, falling, feminine, folk guitar, relaxed, everyday life, interiors & cooking, acoustic, duet, main version

Pela rua da saudadeVejo cores infinitasCaminhando pela cidadeSinto as cores da vida
Na rua do meu passadoFalava tambem a desgraçaE por se cantar o fadoHavia uma cor de esperança
Na rua da minha infanciaBrincavamos à vidaEramos duas criançasCom a inocencia vivida
E hoje tudo mudouCaminhos desencontradosRuas pintadas de corQue se cruzam num fado
TRADUCTION
Par la rue de la saudadeJe vois des couleurs infiniesEn marchant dans la villeJe sens les couleurs de la vie
Dans la rue de mon passéParlait aussi la disgrâce
Et parc-qu’on chantait le fadoIl y avait une couleur d'espoir
Dans la rue de mon enfanceNous jouions à la vie
Nous étions deux enfantsAvec l'innocence vécue
Et aujourd'hui tout à changéChemins opposésRues pleines de couleursQui se croisent en un fado

Song and theme, sung in Portuguese , Portugal, vocal, fado, city (lyrics), Portuguese guitar, chromatic accordion, female singer, lively, classical guitar, open air, confident, swaying, double bass, happy & joyful, acoustic, retro cabaret, fast, main version

Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do
Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the
Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask
If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would
Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty,
But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay
You gotta ask
I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same
Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2

country ballad, confident, folk song, female singer, lively, tracking shot, United States of America, folky, folk guitar, pastoral, everyday life, sung in English , road movie, driving, American mandolin, panoramic, open air, trains, fiddle violin, bluegrass, bluesy, calm, wide open space, carefree, rhythm section, tender, love (lyrics), folk ball, band, acoustic, banjo, medium, fast, main version

Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,Sky up above,Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue
Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.

pop ballad, female singer, charming, delicate, folk ballad, sung in English , feminine, peaceful, rain, tender, swaying, country & garden, confident, crystalline, folk guitar, intimate, naive, advertising, simple, sparkling, spring, small bell, glockenspiel, weather report, dream (lyrics), introduction, Song and theme, sleigh bell, Christmas, main version, vocal

Dicen que la demencia es locurapero soy pura sabrosura
y te traigo mi canción.

Andando por los caminos
a veces tomo desvíos
que me hacen mover los sesosy me sacan de razón
Te rompo el corazón o te regalo una florsoy demente lo digo de frente
pa que no te duele
me gusta el amor

Yo soy la demente
la paso de mente mente
hurgando el amor

Yo soy la demente
la paso de mente mente
hurgando el dolor.

Algunos me tildan de locapero también se enamoran
de mi pobre corazón
que está lleno de pasión.

Pero cuando cierran las rejas
mi corazón se acelera
mi mente cambia de ruta
y quiero escapar.

Alucinando estoy
vuelvo y pierdo la razón
me muero por tu amorpero tu amo me mató

Soy demente lo digo de frente
pa que no te duele
me gusta el amor.
Yo soy la demente
la paso de mente mente
hurgando el amor.

Yo soy la demente
la paso de mente mente
hurgando el dolor.
Dicen que la demencia es locura

Mexico, sung in Spanish, romantic , rhythm change, female singer, Colombia, confident, folk guitar, Mexican music, passionate, soap, funny, romantic comedy, driving, rhythmic, rhythm section, swaying, lively, proud, melodic, poignant, everyday life, night activity, attitude, catchy, folky, fiery, bouncy, danceable, exotic, percussive, acoustic piano, street theatre, folk ball, lyrical, tempo acceleration, acoustic, modern, love (lyrics), main version, virtuoso, vocal, contemporary western

My headis full of you

It'sfull of your love

Maybei'm a fool to believe


Tobelieve in love with you


I'msaying nothing to myself


Nothingbut your name



And inthe grace of your beauty


I giveyou all the qualities



You makeme feel


Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity



My headis full of you

It'sfull of your love

Maybei'm a fool to believe

Tobelieve in love with you


Untilthe end and on and again I can feel it in replay



Untilyour face gets blurry

And yoursmell deep blue and grey



You makeme feel


Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity



Therewas a girl at a party

Shesmiled at everyone

Althoughshe was really pretty

Everythingthrough her eyes looked blurry


Was itbecause of the smoke in here ?


Orbecause of some forgotten tears ?

I don'tknow...

But whati found out was, when I looked into her pale blue eyes, I could see



Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity


Originalpurity

electro pop, catchy, confident, fashion, female singer, classy, celebs, advertising, sensual, sung in English , feminine, synthwave, everyday life, edgy, luminous, nocturnal, dreamy, synthesizer, uplifting, modern, Asia, electronic percussion, rhythm section, Song and theme, medium, main version, vocal

Enter the dream of sweet Lily.
You know it, probably
Grasses grow blue so violently.
Into the eyes of sweet Lily

She runs, runs, runs...very far
So high is the sun there, lonely star
She runs, runs, runs...very far
There's always the sun, there...Whoua !

Above the head of sweet Lily
The birds fly suddenly
Cross many fields, infinitely
Follow the hair of sweet Lily

She runs, runs, runs... very far
So high is the sun there, lonely star
She runs, runs, runs...very far
There's always the sun, there...Whoua !

indie pop, teen drama, catchy, Song and theme, sung in English , female singer, handclap, open air, everyday life, vocal, England, dreamy, scansion, romantic comedy, childhood, lively, drums, electric keyboard, melancholic, undulating, rhythm section, synthesizer, atmospheric, swaying, brit rock, uplifting, fx reverb, electric guitar, medium

What’s your viceWaste your time awayYou said you love hotelsI’ll never be used to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themWalking down the streetsI’m so happy i knew you onceI’ve heard it too many timesI’ll get over thatBut i’m only a shadow nowi’m only a shadow nowi’m only a shadow nowa shadow nowi know all the stories need an endi know there’s no use to pretendcause i’m only a shadow nowi’m only a shadow nowi’m only a shadow now
a shadow nowI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to themI’ll always be attracted to them

modern, edgy, catchy, electro pop, advertising, sung in English , confident, band, dreamy, contemporary series, female singer, sensual, cyclic, gimmick, hypnotic, synthesizer, airy, electric guitar, relentless, electronic percussion, rhythm section, celebs, everyday life, Song and theme, slow, main version

When he’s a secret
You’re nothing at all
He’s only made for himself
Naked and real
What’s he thinking about?
Feel the distance between your veins

Picture a nest made for you and him
Cease to be sure, ancient walls will fall down
His flower breast
Is both hard and sweet
Rest on the petals of his sighs

Forget about
Mysteries and changes
Send him the mirror of his grace

Picture a nest made for you and him
Cease to be sure, ancient walls will fall down

Song and theme, sung in English , nu folk, vocal, female singer, feminine, indie pop, luminous, melancholic, female back up vocalist, interiors & cooking, fx birds, fx backwards, folk guitar, gardening, patient, dreamy, snare drum with brushes, steady, intimate, undulating, rhythm section, solemn, drums, country & garden, acoustic, airy, intermittent, medium, tempo slowing down

流れてくる山の上からきれいな歌声花火の様に輝いている木の神が歌っていた歌っていた、歌っていた
夜と共に木の神は遠いあの人へ光を届ける聞こえる様に気付くようにずうーと歌っていたんだ、歌っていた歌っていた、愛の歌、愛の歌。。。

chill-out music, dreamy, pop song, relaxed, modern, calm, lazy, sensual, edgy, sung in Japanese , feminine, coastline, peaceful, female singer, confident, luminous, rain, everyday life, Song and theme, band, electric guitar, Japan, nocturnal, open air, cold desert, patient, synthesizer, electric bass , panoramic, electronic percussion, rhythm section, fx firework, introduction, slow, classical music parodies, main version

hot desert, Africa, wandering, geopolitics, wide open space, bluesy, desolate, acoustic slide guitar, road movie, blues, sparse, melancholic, female voice humming, female ethnic voice, moving, proud, fiery, introspective, panoramic, United States of America, mysterious, arid, unstable, acoustic, instrumental, slow, out of time, main version

Não é fácil ver ao tempo que là esta passando
Flutuando em nossas mentes, não quero ver ninguém
E se fosse por mim
Eu ficaria sozinho na minha árvore nunca saindoLembrar de você é como esquecer meu coração
Você não deixou o traço do nosso imenso amor
Saber quantas vezes eu poderia ter mudado
Você não quer ver ninguém tampouco ser encontradoSolidão doi a alma e pode destruí-la
Coração aberto revela novos sentimentos

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jazz song, jazz club, bossa nova, relaxed, love (lyrics), charming, smooth jazz, sung in Brasilian Portuguese , lazy, female singer, feminine, refined, jazz ensemble, jazzy, acoustic piano, Song and theme, classy, peaceful, patient, sensual, smooth, everyday life, drums, calm, exotic, coastline, interiors & cooking, acoustic guitar, acoustic, medium, open air, main version

Amame y olvídame,Que nuestro amorEsta aprisionado en el almaSin decirnos nadaCon la miradaPorque no puede ser
Amame y déjame
No digas masLo nuestro es el silencio
Y en su suspiroLo mas queridoPorque no puede ser
No hay nada en el mundoQue nos deje confesarDecirnos la verdadHablar de amorNo hay nada en el mundoMas que nuestro pensamientoOcultando en el aliento la verdadAl hablar, al llorar,
Amame y aléjateNo me digas masQue todo está prohibidoSera nuestro tibio sueño escondido
Aunque no pueda ser


Traduction (Français):

Aime-moi et oublie-moiCar notre amourEst emprisonné dans l'âmeSans dire motJuste un regardParce qu'il est impossible
Aime-moi et laisse-moi
N'en dis pas plusPour nous, c’est le silence
Un soupir estCe qu'il y a de plus cherParce qu'il est impossible
Il n'y a rien au mondeQui nous permette de nous confierDe nous dire la véritéParler d’amourIl n'y a rien au mondeQue notre penséeLa vérité masquée dans un souffle,Au moment de nous parler, de pleurer
Aime-moi et éloigne-toiNe me dis plus encoreQue tout est interditCe sera notre doux rêve caché
Bien qu’il soit impossible.


Translation (English) :

Love me and forget me,Because our loveIs imprisoned in our soulWithout saying a wordOnly with our looksBecause it's not meant to be
Love me and leave me
Dont say a wordOur thing is silence
And in is sighThe most beloved thingBecause it's not meant to be
There's nothing in the worldThat would let us confessTell each other the truthTalk about loveThere's nothing in the worldMore than our thoughtsHiding the truth in our breathWhen we talk, when we cry
Love me and walk awayDon't say againThat everything is forbiddenIt'll be our warm hidden dream
Even if it's not meant to be

a cappella, Song and theme, sung in Spanish, female back up vocalist, vocal, female singer, Cuba, Central America , exotic, intimate, sentimental, tender, everyday life, romantic comedy, sparse, lazy, sensual, 1940, 1950, 1960, acoustic, South America, love (lyrics), Argentina, bolero, Chile, Colombia, suspended atmosphere, Ecuador, slow, Mexico, nocturnal, peaceful, Paraguay, dreamy, out of time, trio, Uruguay, Venezuela

Etre un amoureux c’est s’faire déborder par une vague indéterminéeRaz de marée imprévu géantVraiment déroutantEtre un amoureux
c’est faire des nœuds avec des sentiments emmêlésAutour desquels émus on s’enrouleEn perdant la bouleOn a le cœur grand grand grand comme un océanOn fait des conneries
On pleure comme on ritOn est tout tremblantsOn passerait son temps à danserVers le ciel les deux bras levésQu’on soit soulevés par le ventNous semble évident
Quand t’es amoureux tu t’envoles
à deux au dessus de ce monde tragiqueDans une sorte de téléphériquePlutôt féériqueQuand t’es amoureux t’es pas très sérieuxT’es comme la guitare des manouchesTu veux que le soleil qui se couche
T’embrasse sur la boucheTu trouves l’amour beau beau beau comme un paquebotQu’importe la merT’en as rien à faire
S’il tombe de l’eauEt dans les bourrasques tu parsSans aller vraiment quelque partT’es juste un brasier, une bouleDe feu et de houle
Mais les amoureux sont sur deux étoiles qui s’éloignent un jour tout doucementQuand viennent les désenchantementsA la fin du balD’avoir trop dansé les voilà lassésVoyez leurs deux mains qui se détachentVoyez les pétales qu’on arrache
Aux fleurs de l’étéIls s’en vont au loin loin loin sans comprendre rienSont aveugles et sourdsOnt les bras trop courts
Meurent de chagrinTous les deux les voilà partis
Dans la ronde des galaxiesEt où finit leur histoire ?Dans le grand trou noir

sung French, female singer, Song and theme, intimate, vocal, love (lyrics), variety music, romantic comedy, tender, cello, romantic , moving, France, folk guitar, peaceful, acoustic, medium

C’est fini
Mon chériC’est finiC’est la vieJe m’ennuieMais je t’oublieC’est la vieTant pis
Nous n’irons plus dans cette chambre bleueAvec un balcon sur la merNous n’aurons plus tous ces matins grisEnlacés mais solitaires


English translation :

It’s over
That’s lifeIt’s overMy darlingThat’s lifeI am boredBut I forget youThat’s lifeToo bad
We’ll never go again to that blue roomWith a balcony over the seaWe’ll never again see those grey morningsEntwined but alone

retro cabaret, 1940, sung French, female singer, France, revue, lazy, jazzy, romantic , love (lyrics), classy, romantic comedy, feminine, jazz club, jazz song, string orchestra, old-fashioned, brass ensemble, nocturnal, sensual, sentimental, intimate, peaceful, everyday life, melancholic, jazz ballad, suspended atmosphere, brass hits, acoustic piano, trumpet, acoustic, snare drum with brushes, slow, medium, main version

People blowing in the wind
With obsession and haste
Through the night lingering deeply
My lover is beneath the sky

When you have travelled the world, experienced feelings.
Your face has got dusty,when will you back?
Spring just passed,but winter will be coming.
After going through sorrow and joy, there is no youth

People blowing in the wind
With obsession and haste

sung in Chinese , China, female singer, dreamy, sentimental, tender, romantic , folk ballad, feminine, folky, intimate, peaceful, calm, delicate, moving, melancholic, acoustic, love (lyrics), Thwarted Love (lyrics), romantic comedy, folk song, band, folk guitar, lazy, introspective, slow, medium, nu folk, teen drama, main version

Dortn est men in der vokhn khale zuneniuYeykhelekh vel ikh dir kokhn shlof je liuu liuEr vet shikn tsvantsig dollers, zayn portrait dertsuUn vet nemen lebn zol er unz ahintsutsu
Traduction :
Dors mon enfantLà-bas, mon petit garçon, on raconte qu'on mange de la brioche même ensemaine,Je te ferai du bouillon de poule, endors-toi, liuliu,Il nous enverra 20 dollars et aussi sa photographie,Et, si dieu lui prête vie, il nous fera venir là-bas....

Yiddish, sung in Yiddish, Judaism, Balkans, lullaby, female ethnic choir, childhood, poignant, delicate, destiny, moving, ethnic & traditional, intimate, melancholic, sad, 1900, 1920, 1930, 1940, 19th century, acoustic, Song and theme, sparse, duet, geopolitics, slow, peaceful, acoustic piano, sentimental, simple, tender, vocal