Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
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What It Used To Love? " (Edith Piaf)
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what good is love?
We always tell stories
senseless.
What's the point of loving?
Love is not explained,
is something like that, it comes
Who knows where
And suddenly you take.
Me, I heard
That love hurts
What love makes you cry.
What's the point of loving?
Love what is it? A
give us joy
With tears in his eyes,
It's sad and wonderful.
Yet it is often said
Love is disappointing
There's one in two
Who is ever happy.
Even when it was The love we lost
You had left a taste of honey.
Love is eternal.
It's all very nice,
But when all is finished
You just nothing
an immense sorrow.
Everything now seems
Te tearing
Tomorrow will be for you a memory of joy.
In short, if I understand
Without love in life,
Without these joys, the sorrows,
vaicu was for nothing.
And yes, look at me,
Every time I think I'll believe
And Always.
It used to love it. But you're
the last
But you're the first,
Before you there was nothing
With you I am well.
You're what I wanted,
is you that I needed,
Thee j'aim'rai always
It used to love it. 
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what good is love?
We always tell stories
senseless.
What's the point of loving?
Love is not explained,
is something like that, it comes
Who knows where
And suddenly you take.
Me, I heard
That love hurts
What love makes you cry.
What's the point of loving?
Love what is it? A
give us joy
With tears in his eyes,
It's sad and wonderful.
Yet it is often said
Love is disappointing
There's one in two
Who is ever happy.
Even when it was The love we lost
You had left a taste of honey.
Love is eternal.
It's all very nice,
But when all is finished
You just nothing
an immense sorrow.
Everything now seems
Te tearing
Tomorrow will be for you a memory of joy.
In short, if I understand
Without love in life,
Without these joys, the sorrows,
vaicu was for nothing.
And yes, look at me,
Every time I think I'll believe
And Always.
It used to love it. But you're
the last
But you're the first,
Before you there was nothing
With you I am well.
You're what I wanted,
is you that I needed,
Thee j'aim'rai always
It used to love it.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
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The Red Nosed Reindeer
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When snow covers the green Finland,
And that reindeers cross the land ,
The wind in the night
the herd still speaks about him.
was called Red Nose
Oh he was so cute,
The little red nosed reindeer,
Red like a snuff.
His little nose was making laugh
Everyone was laughing a lot,
We even said That he loved drinking a bit sudden.
A fairy heard him Crying in the night
To comfort him she said
Come to paradise tonight.
Like an angel Red Nose
You drive in the sky
With your little red nose
The carriage of Santa Claus.
When his brothers saw a brisk pace if
Following very dignified the roads of the sky.
Facing his revels, more than a reindeer were absolutely amazed.
was called Red Nose
Oh he was so cute, the little
red-nosed reindeer,
Red like a snuff. Now he leads
His chariot across the heavens, He is the king
reindeer
And his nose make others envious. You girls and boys
For the big night,
If you know your lessons
Once ring midnight.
This little dot that moves
Like a star in heaven That
the nose of Red Nose
Announcing Santa Claus. 
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When snow covers the green Finland,
And that reindeers cross the land ,
The wind in the night
the herd still speaks about him.
was called Red Nose
Oh he was so cute,
The little red nosed reindeer,
Red like a snuff.
His little nose was making laugh
Everyone was laughing a lot,
We even said That he loved drinking a bit sudden.
A fairy heard him Crying in the night
To comfort him she said
Come to paradise tonight.
Like an angel Red Nose
You drive in the sky
With your little red nose
The carriage of Santa Claus.
When his brothers saw a brisk pace if
Following very dignified the roads of the sky.
Facing his revels, more than a reindeer were absolutely amazed.
was called Red Nose
Oh he was so cute, the little
red-nosed reindeer,
Red like a snuff. Now he leads
His chariot across the heavens, He is the king
reindeer
And his nose make others envious. You girls and boys
For the big night,
If you know your lessons
Once ring midnight.
This little dot that moves
Like a star in heaven That
the nose of Red Nose
Announcing Santa Claus.
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Christians
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Midnight, Christians is the solemn hour,
Where the God-man down until we
To erase the stain of original sin
and her father stop the anger. The whole world trembles
hope
On this night that gives him a Savior.
People kneeling, wait thy salvation.
Christmas, here is the Redeemer,
Christmas, here is the Redeemer!
From our faith that the light burning
We guide every child in the cradle
As before, a bright star
Y led the Chiefs of the East
The King of Kings is born in a humble manger
Mighty Day proud of your height, your pride
A is where a God preaches,
Bend your brows before the Redeemer!
Bend your brows before the Redeemer!
The Redeemer has overcome every obstacle:
The land is free, and heaven is open.
He sees a brother where there was a slave,
Love unites those bound in chains of iron.
Who will tell Him of our gratitude, we
For all that He is born,
He suffers and dies.
People stand up! Sing your issue,
Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,
Christmas, sing of the Redeemer! 
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Midnight, Christians is the solemn hour,
Where the God-man down until we
To erase the stain of original sin
and her father stop the anger. The whole world trembles
hope
On this night that gives him a Savior.
People kneeling, wait thy salvation.
Christmas, here is the Redeemer,
Christmas, here is the Redeemer!
From our faith that the light burning
We guide every child in the cradle
As before, a bright star
Y led the Chiefs of the East
The King of Kings is born in a humble manger
Mighty Day proud of your height, your pride
A is where a God preaches,
Bend your brows before the Redeemer!
Bend your brows before the Redeemer!
The Redeemer has overcome every obstacle:
The land is free, and heaven is open.
He sees a brother where there was a slave,
Love unites those bound in chains of iron.
Who will tell Him of our gratitude, we
For all that He is born,
He suffers and dies.
People stand up! Sing your issue,
Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,
Christmas, sing of the Redeemer!
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Midnight Angels in our campaigns
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The Angels we
sang the anthem of heaven,
And the echo of our mountains
Redit this melodious song: Gloria in Excelsis Deo
(Bis)
Shepherds, this party?
What is the purpose of all these songs? What
winner, which conquest
Worth triumphant cries:
Gloria ...
They announce the birth of the liberator of Israel full recognition
And Sing
on this solemn day:
Gloria ...
us try all the happy village
Who was born under his roof
Let us give him the affectionate tribute
And our hearts and our voices: Gloria
...
Shepherds, leave your pension
Unite to their concerts,
And that your tender
Undertake the bagpipes retain the air:
Gloria ... 
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The Angels we
sang the anthem of heaven,
And the echo of our mountains
Redit this melodious song: Gloria in Excelsis Deo
(Bis)
Shepherds, this party?
What is the purpose of all these songs? What
winner, which conquest
Worth triumphant cries:
Gloria ...
They announce the birth of the liberator of Israel full recognition
And Sing
on this solemn day:
Gloria ...
us try all the happy village
Who was born under his roof
Let us give him the affectionate tribute
And our hearts and our voices: Gloria
...
Shepherds, leave your pension
Unite to their concerts,
And that your tender
Undertake the bagpipes retain the air:
Gloria ...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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Travels by train (Grand Corps Malade)
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I reckon that the stories of love is like traveling by train
And When I see all these travelers Sometimes I be a
Why you think so many people waiting on the station platform?
Why do you think we freaked as being late?
Trains often start when we least expect
And the love story carries you through the eye of the helpless witnesses Witnesses
is your friends who tell you goodbye on the platform watching the train And
away with a worried smile
You also beckons and imagine their comments
Some people think you're qu't'as plants and not grounded
Everyone has their own prognosis for the duration of For most travel
the train will derail the first storm
The great love changes your behavior necessarily
From day one must choose your seat compartment
hallway or against the glass will have to find the right place
You choose what? A love story of first or second class?
In the first few miles you have eyes only for her face not
You calculate the window behind the parade of landscapes
t'sens You live, you t'sens light and you can not see pass the time
You're so good you got half a mind to embrace the controller
But the magic does not last long and your history is struggling
You say qu'tu not your fault and that 'It's her fault
The hum of the train and you get drunk every viage t'écoeure
qu'tu t'lèves Should you walk, you'll t'dégourdir heart
And the train it slows down to the end of ja
In your story you're more like an idiot your friends stayed at the other station to r'voir
You say that now that your ex t'appel'ras
In his diary on your behalf, it will take a quick tip-ex
merde / Someone True love stories are like train travel
And When I see all these travelers sometimes I ' aim'rais be one
qu'tant Why do you think of people waiting on the platform of the station?
Why do you think we all freaked r'tard to arrive? For many
s'résume life trying to get on the train
to know what love is and s'découvrir bouncy
For many the goal is to arrive at the correct time
For a successful trip and have access to happiness
It is easy to take a train, it is still necessary to take good
Moi chui mounted in two to three trains but it was not the right car
Because trains are temperamental and some its inaccessible
And I n'crois not all the time with the SNCF possible
There are those for which the trains are always strike
And their love stories exist only in their dreams
And there who charge into the first train without paying attention
But inevitably disappointed they descend to the next station
those
Y freak who commit because they are too emotional
For them it's too risky to hold on to the locomotive
And there qu'enchainent adventurers travel trip
Once a story is over, they attack a other page
vai me after my trip, I only suffered for months
We parted by mutual agreement but it was more than I agree
Since I burn on the platform, the j'regarde trains departing
Y has doors that open in a station but make me feel apart
Y seems merde / Someone train trips usually end badly for you
If this is the case hanging up and keeps morale
One thing is certain there will always be a terminus
Maint'nant prév'nu you are, the next time you'll take the bus ...
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I reckon that the stories of love is like traveling by train
And When I see all these travelers Sometimes I be a
Why you think so many people waiting on the station platform?
Why do you think we freaked as being late?
Trains often start when we least expect
And the love story carries you through the eye of the helpless witnesses Witnesses
is your friends who tell you goodbye on the platform watching the train And
away with a worried smile
You also beckons and imagine their comments
Some people think you're qu't'as plants and not grounded
Everyone has their own prognosis for the duration of For most travel
the train will derail the first storm
The great love changes your behavior necessarily
From day one must choose your seat compartment
hallway or against the glass will have to find the right place
You choose what? A love story of first or second class?
In the first few miles you have eyes only for her face not
You calculate the window behind the parade of landscapes
t'sens You live, you t'sens light and you can not see pass the time
You're so good you got half a mind to embrace the controller
But the magic does not last long and your history is struggling
You say qu'tu not your fault and that 'It's her fault
The hum of the train and you get drunk every viage t'écoeure
qu'tu t'lèves Should you walk, you'll t'dégourdir heart
And the train it slows down to the end of ja
In your story you're more like an idiot your friends stayed at the other station to r'voir
You say that now that your ex t'appel'ras
In his diary on your behalf, it will take a quick tip-ex
merde / Someone True love stories are like train travel
And When I see all these travelers sometimes I ' aim'rais be one
qu'tant Why do you think of people waiting on the platform of the station?
Why do you think we all freaked r'tard to arrive? For many
s'résume life trying to get on the train
to know what love is and s'découvrir bouncy
For many the goal is to arrive at the correct time
For a successful trip and have access to happiness
It is easy to take a train, it is still necessary to take good
Moi chui mounted in two to three trains but it was not the right car
Because trains are temperamental and some its inaccessible
And I n'crois not all the time with the SNCF possible
There are those for which the trains are always strike
And their love stories exist only in their dreams
And there who charge into the first train without paying attention
But inevitably disappointed they descend to the next station
those
Y freak who commit because they are too emotional
For them it's too risky to hold on to the locomotive
And there qu'enchainent adventurers travel trip
Once a story is over, they attack a other page
vai me after my trip, I only suffered for months
We parted by mutual agreement but it was more than I agree
Since I burn on the platform, the j'regarde trains departing
Y has doors that open in a station but make me feel apart
Y seems merde / Someone train trips usually end badly for you
If this is the case hanging up and keeps morale
One thing is certain there will always be a terminus
Maint'nant prév'nu you are, the next time you'll take the bus ...
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Thank You Letterwording Wedding Program
Good Resolutions (La Grande Sophie)
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Good resolutions
over me head
Each year I intend to achieve perfection
From graze all vertices
Good resolutions
I filled wheelbarrows
And it is competition
The biggest decisions
spread on notebooks
{Refrain:} When
just the month of January I swim
Even in the month of February I swim
And every year I'm just passing
Besides my promises
happens when the Summer enrages
I only brew damage
Stir air until next winter
Other resolutions
I'm an idealist
So I make lists
That I never applies
I will beg my
Cold as an icicle
They are so diverse
And showers fall
As revolutions
Good
resolutions set at rest my mind
I quit smoking I will work
A little more
This year I do sports I organize myself and I save
I'm working and still work
I store everything I'll try
In have a good time and this time at the right time I'm getting better
I take care of my body I'm positive I
initiatives
{Refrain:} 
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Good resolutions
over me head
Each year I intend to achieve perfection
From graze all vertices
Good resolutions
I filled wheelbarrows
And it is competition
The biggest decisions
spread on notebooks
{Refrain:} When
just the month of January I swim
Even in the month of February I swim
And every year I'm just passing
Besides my promises
happens when the Summer enrages
I only brew damage
Stir air until next winter
Other resolutions
I'm an idealist
So I make lists
That I never applies
I will beg my
Cold as an icicle
They are so diverse
And showers fall
As revolutions
Good
resolutions set at rest my mind
I quit smoking I will work
A little more
This year I do sports I organize myself and I save
I'm working and still work
I store everything I'll try
In have a good time and this time at the right time I'm getting better
I take care of my body I'm positive I
initiatives
{Refrain:}
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Letter to Santa (Patrick Bruel)
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A letter to Santa Claus
What you write with my hands And a pretty watercolor
To show him the way
Your
Toddler arms wave
To tell me to write faster
That sled will leave
That elves must sleep
You want a bus, a tom-tom
An owl who speaks English
And shoes
the lady who lives outside all year
A new heart for Grandpa Ben
What makes you a kiss Louise
From Wednesday without sirens
View country where I was born
Life revolves like a carousel brainstorming And
the letters come to die in the snow in your dreams
And sometimes there are pitfalls
Life revolves and deflects the armory
But that is all the world has no How
seat is mounted and how s'protège? Loïc
For a sweater that stings
Leon accordion
And an electric train
And sorrows that go
Fewer people who bicker
Fewer birds in black robes
The duffel battlefield And
candy for memory
Poems that s' hold
And my buddy has it on back
ch'veux, we laugh
Without him j'm'ennuie school
Why
life it stop?
Is this what love is ready?
Does the earth is rotating around?
Gifts, saying it's for everyone?
Life revolves like a carousel brainstorming
And letters come to die in the snow
And in dreams sometimes there are pitfalls
Life revolves and deflects the armory
But that is all the world has not registered
How it goes and how s'protège?
Your little letter woke
Words And we heard more
snowballs melted
Flow from my eyes to your heaven
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A letter to Santa Claus
What you write with my hands And a pretty watercolor
To show him the way
Your
Toddler arms wave
To tell me to write faster
That sled will leave
That elves must sleep
You want a bus, a tom-tom
An owl who speaks English
And shoes
the lady who lives outside all year
A new heart for Grandpa Ben
What makes you a kiss Louise
From Wednesday without sirens
View country where I was born
Life revolves like a carousel brainstorming And
the letters come to die in the snow in your dreams
And sometimes there are pitfalls
Life revolves and deflects the armory
But that is all the world has no How
seat is mounted and how s'protège? Loïc
For a sweater that stings
Leon accordion
And an electric train
And sorrows that go
Fewer people who bicker
Fewer birds in black robes
The duffel battlefield And
candy for memory
Poems that s' hold
And my buddy has it on back
ch'veux, we laugh
Without him j'm'ennuie school
Why
life it stop?
Is this what love is ready?
Does the earth is rotating around?
Gifts, saying it's for everyone?
Life revolves like a carousel brainstorming
And letters come to die in the snow
And in dreams sometimes there are pitfalls
Life revolves and deflects the armory
But that is all the world has not registered
How it goes and how s'protège?
Your little letter woke
Words And we heard more
snowballs melted
Flow from my eyes to your heaven
The teaching file at TV5
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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We'll see tomorrow (Dany Brilliant)
Go Danny in Thessaloniki on November 2!!
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You who think that everything stops
Cause your love goes
Do not close your window
Because there is already another
If luck is that it abandons you
also wants to grow
Life would be boring if it foreclosed
tears {Refrain:}
(We'll see tomorrow)
We may see
(We'll see tomorrow ) If it still holds
(which is the time) that projects
Time
(This should last) Or stop one day
You who've lost your place
And see everything collapse
Who worked tirelessly
Without being rewarded
When one door closes another
It is opening
Even if it hurts
It's time to leave
{au Refrain}
You who believe that the existence
favors the well-born people who see
triumph lucky
Among those who failed to attempt
Wait till it goes
And do not be so eager
Only what is slow to grow
Is there for eternity
{au Refrain}
If your child wants to run to escape
horizon
Why keep him? If small
Why is his home say he strays?
Why discourage?
Let him into the fray
It's time that saves 
Go Danny in Thessaloniki on November 2!!
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You who think that everything stops
Cause your love goes
Do not close your window
Because there is already another
If luck is that it abandons you
also wants to grow
Life would be boring if it foreclosed
tears {Refrain:}
(We'll see tomorrow)
We may see
(We'll see tomorrow ) If it still holds
(which is the time) that projects
Time
(This should last) Or stop one day
You who've lost your place
And see everything collapse
Who worked tirelessly
Without being rewarded
When one door closes another
It is opening
Even if it hurts
It's time to leave
{au Refrain}
You who believe that the existence
favors the well-born people who see
triumph lucky
Among those who failed to attempt
Wait till it goes
And do not be so eager
Only what is slow to grow
Is there for eternity
{au Refrain}
If your child wants to run to escape
horizon
Why keep him? If small
Why is his home say he strays?
Why discourage?
Let him into the fray
It's time that saves
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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Love Machine (Alain Souchon)
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Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before? To find
In original pink
your cheek became pale blue
the beginning of our kisses, azure
Both lost.
Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before?
Matisse blue love is difficult,
Caresses red fragile
The sun of life beats them,
And then they go.
Go! A machine!
Red misery to fall from our sweet little
grandfathers
Noires hands in his blond curls
All around the world.
Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before?
Go! A machine! 
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Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before? To find
In original pink
your cheek became pale blue
the beginning of our kisses, azure
Both lost.
Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before?
Matisse blue love is difficult,
Caresses red fragile
The sun of life beats them,
And then they go.
Go! A machine!
Red misery to fall from our sweet little
grandfathers
Noires hands in his blond curls
All around the world.
Take our love to the machine. Let it boil
To see if the original colors
may return.
Is it possible to get back bleach
Feelings,
The whiteness was believed eternal
Before?
Go! A machine!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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Downwind (Garou & Celine Dion)
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Garou:
And if you think I was afraid
is wrong I give my heart
vacation A little rest And
if you think I was wrong
Breathe Wait a bit the breath of gold
Who drives me forward
Et .. Garou & Celine
:
Do as if I had sailed
I pulled the main sail And I glided
downwind
Pretend I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment
Leeward
Celine
And if you think it's over Never
is just a pause, a break After the dangers
And if you think I forget you Listen Opens
your body to the winds of the night Close your eyes
Et .. Garou & Celine
:
Do as if I had sailed
I pulled the mainsail And I slipped
downwind
Do as if I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment
Leeward
Garou:
And if you think it's over
Never
It's just a pause, a break After the dangers
Celine & Garou:
Do as if I had sailed,
I pulled the mainsail,
And I slipped under the
wind Do as if I left the earth,
I found my star,
I followed a moment
Leeward.
Do as if I had sailed,
I pulled the mainsail, and I slipped
downwind
Do as if I left the earth,
I found my star,
I followed an instant in the wind.
Leeward ... downwind ...
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Garou:
And if you think I was afraid
is wrong I give my heart
vacation A little rest And
if you think I was wrong
Breathe Wait a bit the breath of gold
Who drives me forward
Et .. Garou & Celine
:
Do as if I had sailed
I pulled the main sail And I glided
downwind
Pretend I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment
Leeward
Celine
And if you think it's over Never
is just a pause, a break After the dangers
And if you think I forget you Listen Opens
your body to the winds of the night Close your eyes
Et .. Garou & Celine
:
Do as if I had sailed
I pulled the mainsail And I slipped
downwind
Do as if I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment
Leeward
Garou:
And if you think it's over
Never
It's just a pause, a break After the dangers
Celine & Garou:
Do as if I had sailed,
I pulled the mainsail,
And I slipped under the
wind Do as if I left the earth,
I found my star,
I followed a moment
Leeward.
Do as if I had sailed,
I pulled the mainsail, and I slipped
downwind
Do as if I left the earth,
I found my star,
I followed an instant in the wind.
Leeward ... downwind ...
Biography of the artist
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Street Peace (Zazie)
Zazie , whose real name Isabelle Marie Anne de Varennes Truchis, is a singer-songwriter born French 18 April 1964 in Boulogne-Billancourt. Since his first album I, You, They in 1992, Zazie has released six studio albums (including the last five have been certified platinum), three live albums and a greatest hits.
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Zazie , whose real name Isabelle Marie Anne de Varennes Truchis, is a singer-songwriter born French 18 April 1964 in Boulogne-Billancourt. Since his first album I, You, They in 1992, Zazie has released six studio albums (including the last five have been certified platinum), three live albums and a greatest hits.
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Clip Art Of Laundry Detergents
(Georges Brassens) The Big Chill & lovers benches
Georges Brassens (1921 - 1981) is a poet, author, composer and French. He set to music and sang, accompanying herself on guitar, over a hundred of his poems and those of other poets such as Paul Fort. He recorded from 1952 to 1976, 14 albums. He received the Grand Award for Poetry of the French Academy in 1967. He is the author of songs: The Big Chill , Song for Auvergne, Lovers public benches , Bad reputation , I made tiny , L'Orage, In the clear water fountain , Trumpets of Fame , Plea for burial the beach of Sète , Non-marriage proposal , die for ideas and a poem by Antoine Pol, The Passing .
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No, this was not the raft of the Medusa
this boat
Spread the word to the bottom of the bottom ports
Dise ports
He sailed in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
its fluctuat nec mergitur
was no literature
all due respect to sorcerers
For sorcerers
Her captain and his mat'lots
Were not the children of bastards But
friends Franco Port Of
Big Chill
They were not friends of Small Luxury
Castor and Pollux
People of Sodom and Gomorrah Sodom and Gomorrah
They were not friends chosen
For Montaigne and La Boetie On the belly
they banged hard
The Big Chill
They were not angels either
The Gospel, they had not read
But they loved full sail full sail
Jean Peter, Paul and company
was their only mantra
Their creed, their confiteor
For Big Chill
At least Trafalgar
is the friendship that took the quart
It was she who showed them the north showed
Their northern
And when they were in distress
Qu'leurs throwing arm SOS
They looked like semaphores
The Big Chill
the appointment of Were good friends
not often rabbits
When one of them is missing on board
Yes he was dead, but never, ever
His hole in the water shut n'se
hundred years later, fate
rascal was still missing
Boats
I took a lot But the only one who stuck it out
Who ever tacked tacked
But
sailing in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
Send
People who see through
Think green benches that you see on
sidewalks are made for the helpless or potbellied
But it is an absurdity
Because the truth is there are notorious
For some time the host loves beginners
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
They stand by the hand of the day
Talk Paper azure blue
What will decorate the walls of their bedroom
They are already quietly
Ell 'sewed him fuming
In a well-
And be sure to choose names their first baby
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers
The honest lovers on park benches s'bécott'nt
benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth 'good sympatic
When the holy' family ' foo
cross his path
Two of these boorish
Ell 'uncheck them boldly about venomous
Nevertheless, any' family
The per 'sea', the daughter
's son, the Holy Spirit Would
that from time to time to s'conduir 'like them
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
When months have When they will be appeased past
Their sweet dreams
flaming sky cover when their big heavy clouds moved
They will find
What is Street randomly
On one of those famous benches
they lived the best piece of their love
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt on
benches Park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
Official Website Georges Brassens spent 
Georges Brassens (1921 - 1981) is a poet, author, composer and French. He set to music and sang, accompanying herself on guitar, over a hundred of his poems and those of other poets such as Paul Fort. He recorded from 1952 to 1976, 14 albums. He received the Grand Award for Poetry of the French Academy in 1967. He is the author of songs: The Big Chill , Song for Auvergne, Lovers public benches , Bad reputation , I made tiny , L'Orage, In the clear water fountain , Trumpets of Fame , Plea for burial the beach of Sète , Non-marriage proposal , die for ideas and a poem by Antoine Pol, The Passing .
Send
No, this was not the raft of the Medusa
this boat
Spread the word to the bottom of the bottom ports
Dise ports
He sailed in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
its fluctuat nec mergitur
was no literature
all due respect to sorcerers
For sorcerers
Her captain and his mat'lots
Were not the children of bastards But
friends Franco Port Of
Big Chill
They were not friends of Small Luxury
Castor and Pollux
People of Sodom and Gomorrah Sodom and Gomorrah
They were not friends chosen
For Montaigne and La Boetie On the belly
they banged hard
The Big Chill
They were not angels either
The Gospel, they had not read
But they loved full sail full sail
Jean Peter, Paul and company
was their only mantra
Their creed, their confiteor
For Big Chill
At least Trafalgar
is the friendship that took the quart
It was she who showed them the north showed
Their northern
And when they were in distress
Qu'leurs throwing arm SOS
They looked like semaphores
The Big Chill
the appointment of Were good friends
not often rabbits
When one of them is missing on board
Yes he was dead, but never, ever
His hole in the water shut n'se
hundred years later, fate
rascal was still missing
Boats
I took a lot But the only one who stuck it out
Who ever tacked tacked
But
sailing in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
Send
People who see through
Think green benches that you see on
sidewalks are made for the helpless or potbellied
But it is an absurdity
Because the truth is there are notorious
For some time the host loves beginners
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
They stand by the hand of the day
Talk Paper azure blue
What will decorate the walls of their bedroom
They are already quietly
Ell 'sewed him fuming
In a well-
And be sure to choose names their first baby
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers
The honest lovers on park benches s'bécott'nt
benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth 'good sympatic
When the holy' family ' foo
cross his path
Two of these boorish
Ell 'uncheck them boldly about venomous
Nevertheless, any' family
The per 'sea', the daughter
's son, the Holy Spirit Would
that from time to time to s'conduir 'like them
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
When months have When they will be appeased past
Their sweet dreams
flaming sky cover when their big heavy clouds moved
They will find
What is Street randomly
On one of those famous benches
they lived the best piece of their love
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt on
benches Park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
Official Website Georges Brassens spent
Rabbit Cages Austin Tx
La Mer (Charles Trenet)
Charles Trenet (1913 - 2001) is a poet, songwriter and performer French. Nicknamed "The Singing Fool", he wrote many songs remained popular in the French repertoire, including: Sea , Catch the Joy , The soul of poets, I sings, Douce France, The Romance of Paris , I like the music hall , The sun and moon , Blue Flower, Garden extraordinary , What remains of our love it? , Faithful.
Send
Sea
one sees dancing along the clear gulfs
Has silver reflections The sea
changing reflections Under the rain The sea
In summer sky confuses
His
white sheep With angels so pure The sea Shepherdess
azure Infinite
See
Almost
ponds Those tall wet reeds
See Those white birds And those rusty houses
The Sea rocked
Along the clear gulfs And
a love song
The sea Has rocked my heart for life
Portal Friends of Charles Trenet 
Charles Trenet (1913 - 2001) is a poet, songwriter and performer French. Nicknamed "The Singing Fool", he wrote many songs remained popular in the French repertoire, including: Sea , Catch the Joy , The soul of poets, I sings, Douce France, The Romance of Paris , I like the music hall , The sun and moon , Blue Flower, Garden extraordinary , What remains of our love it? , Faithful.
Send
Sea
one sees dancing along the clear gulfs
Has silver reflections The sea
changing reflections Under the rain The sea
In summer sky confuses
His
white sheep With angels so pure The sea Shepherdess
azure Infinite
See
Almost
ponds Those tall wet reeds
See Those white birds And those rusty houses
The Sea rocked
Along the clear gulfs And
a love song
The sea Has rocked my heart for life
Portal Friends of Charles Trenet
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Orange Juice Squeezers
I remember. Six months ago already ...
I remember, Dad, the blue door by which you watched the world.
I remember your eyes of light and love that we've lived, which made us grow.
I remember as a teenager, it annoyed me a little longer you look at me like that, not that it bothered me really, but I do not understand. I do not understand that beyond the moment, I was whole, from birth to date, you looked with love. Then I
grown. I became a father myself. And I watch my child with your eyes, and even love.
Before that even, I grew up, when I realized that what you gave us, in fact we have offered you.
I'm glad to be past the age of ignorance, where everything that is received is never apparent, with you, to that of an adult who realizes how lucky he has had to to have loving parents.
And nothing is ever given, everything is always available. Gifts, travel, knowledge, study, holidays, shared moments, and experience, yes ... I have experience! you said ... are many little sacrifices offered to the love of her children.
I remember that I once thought that we accompany you on vacation routes, distance, sometimes even outside of France, when in fact, every time, it was you who accompanied us, who we allow it.
All this Friday, I wanted to tell you more, but I've told you like that, in the blue of your eyes.
Thou hast sent elegance. Thou hast sent
harmony of shapes, colors, and necessities of life.
Love is a home that must constantly tend the fire ... Recalls Does in, I told you. It is love as memory. That I will never forget.
I also remember that every single time you said to me:
It's good to do things ... Because my memories.
And I, still at the age of the knife, I do not understand. Things are not made to be lived , I said, but to be lived in their present moment! What good things live if only to make memories! I was young and I did not understand as I understand now how you were right.
It's so important to remember, Dad ... All those moments I knew you, they have existed, and they always will.
So thank you God for giving me sent down to you two, my parents.
Thanks Dad for being you.
Thanks for making me share your life and have been anxious to transfer us to Lilac, mom and me always the best.
And I promise you that every year now, we celebrate the feast in thy name thy thoughts Dream were founded in early March. Every year in your name, we will celebrate the day of dressing for women!
Now you're gone, you're fine now. It remains
we all gathered here. It remains the love we bear you, the pain of seeing you so soon leave the world, and regrets ... flood awareness, the evidence to say that forever now, everything has been said will never be over.
Before you go, I wanted you to give me advice, a word that you would have planted and germinated in me slowly until I understood later over the years. But this is not so much by the words you told me of things is the model father you have given us. And what advice I wanted, I understand now that all your life you have shown me that my whole life I've ever had without necessarily recognize that it is generosity. And I realized
Friday in your eyes what better vehicle all that you've always said, it is not words, but the blue of your eyes.
So if I were a fox I'd say: love is unspeakable for words, one sees clearly that deep eyes.
Thanks for letting me learn. You are with me always, I now present as blood in the body learns to be born again of your death.
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