Song. Peaceful. Dedicated to His Holiness The Dalai Lama. Female a Song. Peaceful. Dedicated to His Holiness The Dalai Lama. Female a capella voices. (Tibet)
"A simple French song about ""infinitesimally small & infinitely "A simple French song about ""infinitesimally small & infinitely grand"". Female voice and guitar."Lyrics
Dans un seul grain de sable il y a le Sahara Et dans une simple goutte il y a tout l'océan Dans une feuille d'érable il y a le Canada
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
Dans un petit glaçon il y a tout l'Antartique Et dans un courant d'air il y a les ouragans Dans un quart de soupir il y a toute la musique
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
C'est comme ça
c'est la vie à travers un microscope ou à travers un téléscope c'est du pareil au même des boules tournent autour de boules qui tournent de boules qui tournent
Dans un seul petit mot il y a toutes les histoires Dans un éclat de rire il y a tout les enfants Dans un le regard d'un homme il y a tout les espoirs
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
I love you
(I love you)
(I love you)
I love you
And you know it's true
(I love you)
(I love you)
(I love you)
I love you
And you know it's true
(I love you)
(I love you)
(I love you)
I love you
And you know it's true
(I love you)
(I love you)
(I love you)
I love you
And you know it's true
(And the ladies say)
And the ladies say
"Oh
My"
(And the fellas say)
And the fellas say
"Oo-yeah!"
And the ladies say
"Oh
My"
(And the fellas say)
And the fellas say
"Oo-yeah!"
Funk talk box. Modern, upbeat & uplifting dancefloor filler. A Funk talk box. Modern, upbeat & uplifting dancefloor filler. A banger! Talk box vocals, bouncy bass, spacey synths, claps, audience fx & funky guitar. Long break @ 1’42. Suggested for dancefloor, nightclubs, fashion & parties.Lyrics
Hot night No sound Take care Drums pound
She move I stare One glaze So round
Dark eyes Low ground She knows I’m bound
Slow step Wet hair Deep bass Warm sound (Back vocal : you know that I’m back for more)
[Refrain – doublé] Funky in a jungle wonder (Jungle wonder) Funky in a jungle wonder (Jungle wonder) [Verse 2] Do you, do you, Do you want to dance with me ? Do you, do you, Do you want to dance with me ?
[Bridge – x2] I need you I need you I need you I need you
[Refrain – final] Funky in a jungle wonder (Jungle wonder) Funky in a jungle wonder (Jungle wonder)
Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. Sentimental, poignant & nostalgic. Turkish singer evoking summer nostalgia & lost innocence. Bass, drums, electric guitar, Vox organ & Mellotron.Lyrics
O çocuk gözler, ah bakıyor ne de gamsız Bir elinde şeker, üstü toprak
Koşturuyor telaşsız
Oyna, zaman dursun Oyna, ah küçüğüm Dinlen, kucaklarda
Ah o, masum heveslerin
Nerelere baksam o yaz geliyor Neresini öpsem mis kokuyor Nereye dokunsam o canlanıyor
Kimileri der ki bitti gider Kimleri der ki düş bu söner Ah gönlüm nisyan bilmiyor
Üstümde pileli elbisem, dertmiş tasaymiş, bir alem-i hayal
Silinir gider, o anıların, kum misali, kayar gider elinden Dalgası vurur, kıyıya o günlerin, yakamozlarda
Nerelere baksam o yaz geliyor Neresini öpsem mis kokuyor Nereye dokunsam o canlanıyor
Kimileri der ki bitti gider Kimleri der ki düş bu söner Ah gönlüm nisyan bilmiyor
Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. Lively, urgent, stubborn & exhilarating. Singer evokes melancholy and passion. Bass, drums, electric guitar, Vox organ, MS20 analog synthesizer, darbouka.Lyrics
Sabahın beşi sen yoksun Cananım gel gönlüm şad olsun
Gittin derman kalmadı Gittin duyan olmadı Gittin dünyam karardı
Gel, kara sevdam, bu gece son olsun, aman
Gönlüm pişman, sözler yaman Pervane oldum, perperişan
Ah serim ol, sözüm ol, el olma Ah yarım ol, zalım olma
Sazendeler sustu, hanende biçare Geceler şer oldu, sevdam biçare
Sevdam yaralı kuş misali
Kanar ellerim yapayalnız
Yanarım, ateşim, kor olur beyhude
Gitme fidan boylum Gitme yazık bize Gitme gül bakışlım Gitme yazık bize
Gitme tatlı dillim Gitme ey sevdiğim Gitme güler yüzlüm Gitme iki gözüm
Ah gözüm ol, sözüm ol, ah el olma Ah yarım ol, zalım olma
Gitme
Gitme
Gitme
Gitme ev sevdiğim Gitme tatlı dillim
Lyrics Hande Topaloglu / Eliott Hosansky / Romain Roussouliere
Gitme iki gözüm Gitme
Smooth soul pop. Romantic, cute & tender song about Paris. Warm male Smooth soul pop. Romantic, cute & tender song about Paris. Warm male voice singing in French & English, delicate piano, soft guitar & backing vocals. Suggested for vacation, holidays, advertising & romantic comedies.Lyrics
ENG/FR:
Paris c’est la ville des amoureux
A te mettre des étoiles plein les yeux.
Sur le grand boulevard, sur le pont des arts, un instant je me dis que je t’aimerai toute la vie.
I love Paris any day, Bastille, Saint-Germain des Prés.
Let's go to Champs-Élysées.
Moulin Rouge is very nice
French kiss by the Louvre at night
I don't wanna say goodbye.
Paris c’est la ville des amoureux.
Viens avec moi c’est mieux quand on est deux
En dinant aux chandelles sous la Tour Eiffel
Entourés de bateaux-mouches un baiser sur la bouche.
I love Paris any day, Bastille, Saint-Germain des Prés.
Let's go to Champs -Élysées.
Moulin Rouge is very nice
French kiss by the Louvre at night
I don't wanna say goodbye.
Tu m’as sûrement charmé d’un battement de cils
Jamais je n’oublierai cette idée.
À la Gare Saint-Lazare quand tu es repartie
J’ai saisi ta main et tu m’as souris
Reste près de moi, reste pour la vie.
I love Paris any day
Bastille, Saint-Germain des Prés.
Let's go to Champs-Élysées.
Moulin Rouge is very nice
French kiss by the Louvre at night
I don't wanna say goodbye.
I love, Paris any day
Je t’aime Paris, Je t’aime Paris, yeah.
Je t’aime Paris Je t’aime Paris Je t’aime Paris.
I love Paris any day
Bastille, Saint-Germain des Prés.
Let's go to Champs-Élysées.
Moulin Rouge is very nice
French kiss by the Louvre at night
I don't wanna say goodbye.
FR:
Paris, c’est la ville des amoureux
À te mettre des étoiles plein les yeux.
Sur le grand boulevard, sur le pont des arts, un instant je me dis que je t’aimerai toute la vie.
J'aime Paris tous les jours, Bastille, Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
Allons aux Champs-Élysées.
Le Moulin Rouge est très agréable.
Un baiser près du Louvre la nuit.
Je ne veux pas dire au revoir.
Paris, c’est la ville des amoureux.
Viens avec moi, c’est mieux quand on est deux.
En dînant aux chandelles sous la Tour Eiffel,
Entourés de bateaux-mouches, un baiser sur la bouche.
J'aime Paris tous les jours, Bastille, Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
Allons aux Champs-Élysées.
Le Moulin Rouge est très agréable.
Un baiser près du Louvre la nuit.
Je ne veux pas dire au revoir.
Tu m’as sûrement charmé d’un battement de cils.
Jamais je n’oublierai cette idée.
À la Gare Saint-Lazare, quand tu es repartie,
J’ai saisi ta main et tu m’as souri.
Reste près de moi, reste pour la vie.
J'aime Paris tous les jours
Bastille, Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
Allons aux Champs-Élysées.
Le Moulin Rouge est très agréable.
Un baiser près du Louvre la nuit.
Je ne veux pas dire au revoir.
J'aime Paris tous les jours
Je t’aime Paris, Je t’aime Paris, ouais.
Je t’aime Paris, Je t’aime Paris, Je t’aime Paris.
J'aime Paris tous les jours
Bastille, Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
Allons aux Champs-Élysées.
Le Moulin Rouge est très agréable.
Un baiser près du Louvre la nuit.
Je ne veux pas dire au revoir.
Rhythm of Ijexá from the Afro-Brazilian tradition. A song about Rhythm of Ijexá from the Afro-Brazilian tradition. A song about fishermen & their invocation of the orixás (deity of Candomblé). Brazilian guitars, Brazilian percussion, electric bass, female & male singers.Lyrics
BR
O jangadeiro chegando
Com muita animação
Trazendo seu peixe no corvo
De baixo do braço um arpão
Cansado com sono com frio
Cansado de tanto lutar
Esperando dias melhores
Lutando contras ondas do mar
Chega dia dois de fevereiro
Dia do presente de Yemanjá
Ele pega sua jangada
Antes começa a cantar
Eu vou levar presentes
Presentes de ouro eu vou
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
E as baianas sambam
Ao son do agogô
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
O jangadeiro chegando
Com muita animação
Trazendo seu peixe no corvo
De baixo do braço um arpão
Cansado com sono com frio
Cansado de tanto lutar
Esperando dias melhores
Lutando contras ondas do mar
Chega dia dois de fevereiro
Dia do presente de Yemanjá
Ele pega sua jangada
Antes começa a cantar
Eu vou levar presentes
Presentes de ouro eu vou
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
E as baianas sambam
Ao son do agogô
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
EN
GOLDEN GIFTS
The jangadeiro arriving
With a lot of excitement
Bringing his fish in a crow
Under his arm a harpoon
Tired with sleep and cold
Tired of fighting so hard
Hoping for better days
Fighting the waves of the sea
February 2nd arrives
Yemanjá's gift day
He takes his raft
Before he begins to sing
I'll bring gifts
I'll bring gifts of gold
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
And the baianas samba
To the sound of the agogô
Ora yêyê oh, ora yêyê oh
The jangadeiro arriving
With much excitement
Bringing his fish in a crow
Under his arm a harpoon
Tired with sleep and cold
Tired of fighting so hard
Hoping for better days
Fighting the waves of the sea
February 2nd arrives
Yemanjá's gift day
He takes his raft
Before he begins to sing
I'll bring gifts
I'll bring gifts of gold
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
And the baianas samba
To the sound of the agogô
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
Now yêyê oh, now yêyê oh
Waldemiro Da Silva Oliveira - Luiz De Aquino Junior
LC :
10347
Album :
Sabor Bahia
Release date :
08/10/2024
Publisher(s) :
Frederic Leibovitz Editeur
ISRC :
FRZPA2412640
Mystical Mountain [CEO2167 - 15]
2'48
Solemn, mystical & celestial. A capella choir. Piano & strings @ Solemn, mystical & celestial. A capella choir. Piano & strings @ 1"36. Finale with choir @ 2'11. Suggested for religious ceremonies.
The brand new factory doors finally open and the magnate can proudly The brand new factory doors finally open and the magnate can proudly show his investors along robotics-controlled production lines and specialized tools. The heart of the new facility is the sophisticated storage and logistics system.
Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We're the best, yet we're stigmatised as a menace. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion. Break @ 1'38.Lyrics
ES:
Cruising down the street con mi low rider
Los compas en la esquina chambeando se la cargan
Like Misterio un one-eighty con capucha
Por que tal vez en la próxima vuelta se reviente una lucha
Prepara los guantes mijo
You dont know where I came from
Viviendo en el downtown desde que yo recuerdo
Donde nadie duerme y el trabajo es eterno
Pero con una sonrisa siempre lleno de sueños
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Ando con la clicka escuchando hip-hop
Traficando rimas soy el mejor en la pista
Rapero mejor que yo tal vez no exista
Con una sola palabra yo los borro de la lista
Leveling the game its tremendous my flow incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artist that are horrible
At the expenses of everyone else
Mejor trabaja
Factura en el hood
O mejor vete pa' tu casa
Que pasa?
Levanten las manos arriba toa' la raza
Fabricamos cohetes que no existen en la Nasa
Volamos hasta aviones, construimos las casas
Y aun así nos consideran toda una amenaza
Se nos alteró la situa
Pasando por Tijua
Me ven en una troca nueva y siempre me averiguan
Hoy es día de muertos así que a brindar
Por los que se fueron y no están pa' que nos rinda
Cabalgando mas allá del sol
Donde la luna se esconde
Mira a tu alrededor
Cruzamos la frontera
Por un futuro mejor
Así que prepárense
Que llegó lo mas chingón
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Somos los más chingones
EN:
Cruising down the street with my low rider
The homies on the corner putting in the heavy work
Like Misterio, a one-eighty with a hoodie
Because maybe in the next turn a fight might break out
Get your gloves ready, kid
You don't know where I came from
Living downtown since I can remember
Where nobody sleeps and work is endless
But with a smile always full of dreams
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
I'm rolling with the crew listening to hip-hop
Trafficking rhymes, I'm the best on the dance floor
Maybe a rapper better than me doesn't exist
With just one word, I erase them from the list
Leveling the game, my flow is incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artists that are horrible
At the expense of everyone else
You better work
Get billing in the hood
Or better go back home
What's up?
Raise your hands up, everyone
We manufacture rockets that don't exist at NASA
We fly their planes, we build their houses
And yet they consider us a full threat
The situation got tense
Passing through Tijuana
They see me in a new truck and always inquire about me
Today is the Day of the Dead, so let's toast
For those who are gone and are not here, so that it serves us
Riding beyond the sun
Where the moon hides
Look around you
We cross the border
For a better future
So get ready
Because the toughest have arrived
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. Sometimes life can feel lonely, cause you have to work hard to make it happen. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, vinyl scratch fx, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.Lyrics
ES:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
La neta stop
No le juegues al vergas
Que yo no soy la cops
Yo si saltaré la cerca
Hold your breath mijo
Or they gonna find us
Corre hasta al amanecer
Esconde lo que traigo
Make the call to the primos
They know how to do
Solo sigue corriendo
Esa es la actitud
Corazón de león
Carrera de campeón
Una sola razón
Lograr salir del callejón
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If a start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
On the cops
No te fies de él
Solo es un pinche mamón
Trust your own hands son
Pa' que salgas adelante
Hasta en la peor situación
Juh, prende la lección
Recuerda que el diamante
También nació del carbón
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work to hard for make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants go
If I step in it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
Y empezó el descontrol
Escaping from the roof
If you fall you're gonna lose
A run into the car
Start the engine fool
Eeeeergh
Encendimos el low rider
Ahora ando con mis compas
Y no creo que me alcancen
Venimos desde abajo
Y no creo que nos alcancen
Never gonna lose
One, two, three, four!
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
EN:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Hands up
Let this start again
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
For real, stop
Don't play tough
I'm not the cops
I'll jump the fence
Hold your breath, son
Or they'll find us
Run until dawn
Hide what you carry
Make the call to the cousins
They know what to do
Just keep running
That's the attitude
Lionheart
Champion's race
One reason only
To try and get out of the alley
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If I start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
With the cops
Don't trust him
He's just a damn jerk
Trust your own hands, son
To get ahead
Even in the worst situation
Huh, learn the lesson
Remember that the diamond
Also comes from coal
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work too hard to make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants to go
If I step in, it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
And the chaos begins
Escaping from the roof
If you fall, you're gonna lose
Run to the car
Start the engine, fool
Eeeeergh
We ignited the low rider
Now I'm with my buddies
And I don't think they'll catch me
We come from the bottom
And I don't think they'll catch us
Never gonna lose
Fiery, swagger & imposing reggaeton-trailer Sung in Spanish. I'm not Fiery, swagger & imposing reggaeton-trailer Sung in Spanish. I'm not scared of you because I know my worth. Female rapper, female backing vocals, female adlibs, synth, riser FX, Latin & electronic percussion.Lyrics
ES:
Shame on you
Bubbaloo
Soy un bull
No te subes tu
Sigo mi camino, mi destino
Solo yo soy mi peor enemigo
Ando en mi movida y tengo un cuerpo divino
Todo lo que pido, todo todo lo que pido
Que nadie se coloque a mi lado
Ya no quiero mas falsos hermanos
Un seca que huele a desesperado
Tu no eres mi hermano-mano, tu no eres mi hermano
El toro por los cuernos
Una lucha cuerpo a cuerpo
La bestia soy yo en el duelo
Saco los dientes y te muerdo
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Masticando mi chicle de Bubbaloo
De los pies me sale fuego soy un bull
A este toro bravo no te subes tu
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Movimiento curvilíneo soy un diez
Queda claro que contra mi no hay compe
Tengo claro que no hay nada que temer
Con vergüenza y pánico no llegué a ningún lado
No me duelen las heridas, ya lo he superado
Sé que esta en alguna estrella, que estoy destinada
Tu no me asustas, yo estoy como una cabra
Una mujer que se ha hecho a si misma
Ya no sabes lo que siento soy la Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
Cada dia mas lista
Ahora soy paciente, no tengo ninguna prisa
Shame on you
Bubbaloo
Soy un bull
No te subes tu
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Masticando mi chicle de Bubbaloo
De los pies me sale fuego soy un bull
A este toro bravo no te subes tu
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Movimiento curvilíneo soy un diez
Queda claro que contra mi no hay compe
Tengo claro que no hay nada que temer
Mi destino
Enemigo
Un cuerpo divino
Todo lo que pido
EN:
Shame on you
Bubbaloo
I'm a bull
You don't ride
I follow my path, my destiny
I alone am my worst enemy
I'm on my own vibe and I have a divine body
All I ask for, all I ask for
Let no one stand by my side
I don't want any more false brothers
A unpleasant one that smells of desperation
You're not my brother, man, you're not my brother
Taking the bull by the horns
A fight body to body
I'm the beast in the duel
I show my teeth and I bite you
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Chewing my Bubbaloo gum
Fire comes out of my feet, I'm a bull
You don't get on this fierce bull
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Curvilinear movement, I'm a ten
It's clear that there's no competition against me
I have clear that there's nothing to fear
With shame and panic I didn't get anywhere
The wounds don't hurt me, I've already overcome them
I know it's written in some star that I'm destined
You don't scare me, I'm as crazy as a goat
A woman who has brought herself up
You don't know what I feel, I'm the Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
Smarter every day
Now I'm patient, I'm not in a hurry
Shame on you
Bubbaloo
I'm a bull
You don't ride
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Chewing my Bubbaloo gum
Fire comes out of my feet, I'm a bull
You don't get on this fierce bull
Shame baby, shame, shame, shame on you
Curvilinear movement, I'm a ten
It's clear that there's no competition against me
I have clear that there's nothing to fear
