Percussive tribal beat with a Latin vibe. Danceable, lively & bouncy. Percussive tribal beat with a Latin vibe. Danceable, lively & bouncy. Recommended for clubbing, sports & advertising. Percussion, clock, synth & rhythm. 128 BPM.
Spicy cha cha cha in the NY style with a kitschy touch. Sung in Spicy cha cha cha in the NY style with a kitschy touch. Sung in Spanglish. Male singer & band with brass & cuban percussion. Latin.Lyrics
I made this Swing
Under a coco tree
This blended cha cha Just for your hips
Here is your baby...
Gial I'm muy picante man
Just wanna have some fun
Bailando rico son
And groove it
And dance it
Que rico
Spicy cha cha cha with a kitschy touch. Band with brass section & Spicy cha cha cha with a kitschy touch. Band with brass section & cuban percussion. Latin.
Latin salsa funk/rap sung in Spanglish. Lively & positive. Male Latin salsa funk/rap sung in Spanglish. Lively & positive. Male singer, percussion & brass section.Lyrics
From there i come from,
My beauty island,
So put yo hand on the air,
Mi ghetto,
Run take a plane to go San Andres,
a beautiful place to pass it the best,
non stress, come and flex,
Take a walk on the white sand,
with the sun on yo face,
Feel the cool breeze front a the sea,
Is really nice thing,
as yo can see,
Is just like a dream,
A paradise life,
I'm proud to be raizal,
Follow me....
Come and jam,
with mi culture song,
Put your hands in the air,
If yo love to dance,
With my ting shingalin,
Wath wuman me see,
Eo,Eo, Eo
FR:
D’ou?, je viens
Mon i?le de beaute?
Donc, mettez vos mains en l'air
Mon ghetto
Prendre un avion pour aller a? San Andres
Un bel endroit pour passer le meilleur
Pas de stress
Venez et relaxez-vous
Faites une promenade sur le sable blanc
Avec le soleil sur vos visages
Sentez-vous le font de brise frai?che de la mer
C’est une belle chose
Comme vous pouvez le voir
C'est comme un re?ve
Une vie de paradis
Je suis fier d'e?tre “raizal”
Suivez-moi ....
Venez et amusez-vous
Ma chanson de culte
Mettez vos mains en l'air
Si vous aimez danser
Avec mon truc « shingalin »
Quelle femme me regarde
EoEo
Ethereal, twirling, dreamy, airy & magical. Electronic sounds like a Ethereal, twirling, dreamy, airy & magical. Electronic sounds like a merry-go-round waltz. Suggested for fantasy films & modern ballet.
Balkan EDM, Balkan electro. Rhythmic, danceable & Balkan EDM, Balkan electro. Rhythmic, danceable & animated.
Electronic piano, ethnic violin, ethnic choir & rhythm. Recommended for Balkan clubbing.
Balkan EDM, Balkan electro. Rhythmic, danceable & Balkan EDM, Balkan electro. Rhythmic, danceable & animated.
Electronic piano, ethnic violin & rhythm. Recommended for Balkan clubbing.
Country Hip-Hop fusion. Catchy, dancing, anthemic, & driving. Intro Country Hip-Hop fusion. Catchy, dancing, anthemic, & driving. Intro with bluesy harmonica & claps then country part @ 0'34 with lap steel guitar & fiddle. Hip-hop rhythm.
Bolero pop, seductive & sensual. Sung in English. Female singer, Bolero pop, seductive & sensual. Sung in English. Female singer, electric guitar, Latin percussion, organ, synth.Lyrics
Cobblestone roads and streetlights Coffee bought for a fair price Fingers linked so sweetly like Leaves and roses intertwined You and me under twilight
Seasons pass but you shine bright Million words i could say twice Four of them come to my mind
Ooh,
Come close to me baby come, Come close to me Your eyes can’t hide your secret smiles Don’t let the others see Cause they’re just for me They’re just for me
Bababadadada Raindrops drip down windowsills and i, i
Bababadadada Raindrops drip down windowsills and i’m
Ready to tell you now!
Cobblestone roads and streetlights Coffee bought for a fair price Fingers linked so sweetly like Leaves and roses intertwined You and me under twilight Seasons pass but you shine bright Million words i could say twice so just stay, Close to me
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Male & female singer, electronic rhythm, latin percussion, trombone & synth.Lyrics
Subete baila como me gusta Bajalo baile como me gusta
(la noche es para bailar) x4
Rompe, mami wana dance so i hit her with the
choke, ask if i want chance for romance i say okay, ask me if the party gon stop and i said
no way, no way, olay en la
fiesta, we can do what eva que mi casa es su casa, shake it fa me baby que menea a tu
chapa, chapa menea tu chapa pa estamos cocinando con la grasa
hook
Papi, i know that you likin what i'm doin how you watch me, revin up el moto and i shake it like its
high speed, y hace frio when you sip it como icee speed it up slow it down, nicely
wepa, wepa, yo ando loca en the fiesta estamos cruzando la jeepeta, peta and when i hit em with the choke choke to la gente rompa
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Mambo in the spirit of the 50's & 60's. Lively, festive & joyful. Mambo in the spirit of the 50's & 60's. Lively, festive & joyful. Brass section feat lead trumpet & latin percussion ensemble.
Alternate without trumpet. Mambo in the spirit of the 50's & 60's. Alternate without trumpet. Mambo in the spirit of the 50's & 60's. Lively, festive & joyful. rhythmic & latin percussion ensemble.
Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Brass section, keyboard & latin percussion with congas & bongo. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Congas, keyboard & latin percussion. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, alto sax, electric guitar, female back-ups & rhythm.Lyrics
Italiano
Tutti giorni in questa strada,
alle sette ogni mattina,
il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso,
questa ragazza camminando,
vedo passar davanti a me,
mi sembra un angelo caduto
solo per me.
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzurro,
tu sei, tu sei,
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli d’ebano di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzuro,
tu sei, tu sei,
oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.
Un lunedì dal cielo grigio,
vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo,
un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto
il cuore mi suonò il tamburo,
ma presto lo sentii spezzare,
quando capii ché questa fiamma
bruciava, ma non per me.
Français
Tous les jours dans cette rue A sept heure tous les matins Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux Cette fille qui avance, Que je vois passer devant moi, Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel Seulement pour moi
Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es, tu es, Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es mon ciel
Un lundi de ciel gris Je vis une étoile dans ton regard Sur tes lèvres de velours Ton sourire était une énigme Mon cœur se mit à battre Mais très vite il se brisa
Quand je compris que cette flamme Brûlait Mais pas pour moi
English
Every day in this street At seven o’clock each morning The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously For this girl to go by She walks in front of me And seems to me like an angel Fallen from the sky Just for me
With your skin of gold And your hair of silk And your azure eyes You are you are Oh! you are my heaven
One Monday beneath a grey sky I saw a star in your eyes On your velvet lips Your smile was an enigma My heart began to beat But was quickly broken When I realized that this flame Was burning But not for me.
