Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir,Je suis blanc de peauQuand on veut chanter l’espoir,Quel manque de potOui, j’ai beau voir le ciel, l’oiseau,Rien, rien, rien ne luit là hautLes anges… zéroJe suis blanc de peau Armstrong, tu te fends la poireOn voit toutes tes dentsMoi, je broie plutôt du noir,Du noir en dedansChante pour moi, […]
Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,We stood beneath an amber moonAnd softly murmured someday soon…We kissed and clung together Then – tomorrow was another dayThe morning found us miles awayWith still a million things to say.And now, when twilight dims the skies aboveRecalling thrills of our loveThere’s one thing I’m certain of…Return, I will, to
I can see you’re thinking babyI’ve been thinking tooAbout the way we used to beAnd how to star a newMaybe I’m a hopeless dreamerMaybe I’ve got it wrongBut I’m going where the grass is greenIf you like to come alongBack when I was starting outI always wanted moreBut every time I got itI still felt
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