歌词 ... Sentimental, stirring & melancholic. Female singer, piano, guitars, ...Sentimental, stirring & melancholic. Female singer, piano, guitars, strings & rhythm. Suggessted for drama tv serie & upset love.
Home at last,
the travel’s sure been a blast.
So glad to be back,
I’m so glad to be back.
What is that,
under our bed.
Sure as hell’s not mine.
I’m sure that it’s not mine.
Should I pretend
that I’ve seen nothing ?
Candlelight dinner
holding your hand.
Should you pretend
that nothing happend ?
Candlelight dinner
holding my hand.
Home at last,
the travel’s sure been a blast.
So glad to be back,
I’m so glad to be back.
Should I pretend
that I’ve seen nothing ?
Candlelight dinner
holding your hand.
Should you pretend
that nothing happend ?
Candlelight dinner
holding my hand.
Lie to me and I’ll lie to you
A lie to wash it clean
I wanted to believe in you
But the truth can’t be unseen
歌词 ... Indie folk ballad. Sentimental, heart-broken & regretful. Male ...Indie folk ballad. Sentimental, heart-broken & regretful. Male singer, backing vocals, folk guitar & rhythm. Suggested for teen drama serie.
We're at point blank,
Tomorrow back to back,
We're standing face to face.
I could paint a new sky
On a winding sail,
You're walking on a land
that I no longer claim,
I will pass on ,
Just like a bird,
A swift soul,
Up in a cloud of dirt.
And I'll be leaving these muds
On a stream of words.
My love is not a spell,
And yours is not a curse
I got for you no golden ring,
I got for you no golden ring,
I got for you no golden ring,
And I don't really have another day
It's not for you, the golden ring
It's not for you, the golden ring
It's not for you, the golden ring
No, I don't even have another day
Your eye's won't blink
When staring at my back
When I won't see your face.
I found a shining blue sky,
For my winding sail.
I'm walking to the land,
The one I've always claimed.
You will pass on,
Just like a girl,
A sweet song,
Down in a pile of dirt.
I'm just weaving these words
To the screams of hers.
My love is not so well,
And yours is not much worse.
I got for you no golden ring,
I got for you no golden ring,
I got for you no golden ring,
And I don't really have another day
It's not for you, the golden ring
It's not for you, the golden ring
It's not for you, the golden ring
And I don't even have another day
Underscore. Indie folk ballad. Sentimental, heart-broken & regretful. ...Underscore. Indie folk ballad. Sentimental, heart-broken & regretful. Folk guitar & rhythm. Suggested for teen drama serie.
歌词 ... Nostalgic, introspectif but confident. Male singer, backing vocals, ...Nostalgic, introspectif but confident. Male singer, backing vocals, acoustic guitar, piano & rhythm.
I don’t want to say good bye
I don’t want let you go
You see the tears in my eyes ?
Swear I can be your Romeo
I don’t want to say good bye
I don’t want let you go
No, No , No No good Byes. X3
I don’t want to say good bye
I don’t want let you go
No more argument, no lie
Oh darling, don’t let me go
I don’t want to say good bye
I don’t want let you go
Alternate with lead piano. Nostalgic, introspective but confident. ...Alternate with lead piano. Nostalgic, introspective but confident. Acoustic guitar, piano & rhythm.
Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a ...Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a old-fashionned spirit. Piano, celesta, harp, flute & strings. Parodic flonflon finale @ 1'17. Suggested for romantic comedy.
Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a ...Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a old-fashionned spirit. Piano, celesta, harp, flute & strings.
Peaceful, emotional & tender romance. Classical guitar duet. From The ...Peaceful, emotional & tender romance. Classical guitar duet. From The Tales of Hoffman by Jacques Offenbach.
Loving, sentimental & tender. Classical guitar duet. From Romance ...Loving, sentimental & tender. Classical guitar duet. From Romance Without Words n°3 in A flat major Op.17 n°3 by Gabriel Fauré.
Romantic, passionate & inspired. Quartet in the spirit of the french ...Romantic, passionate & inspired. Quartet in the spirit of the french music of the Belle Epoque.
歌词 ... Romantic old fashioned bolero, smooth & intimate. Sung in Spanish. ...Romantic old fashioned bolero, smooth & intimate. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, Latin percussion, organ, electric guitar, piano. Suggested for telenovelas & latin romance.
Tú me enseñaste A sonreír despacio A contemplar la vida Y agradecer por tanto. Y me acompañaste En mis peores pasos Cuando tropezaba Tú me levantabas
Me abrazaste Cuando todo era frío Y nunca tuve miedo Si estabas conmigo.
Recuerdo me besaste Y todo en mi cambió Cuando tomaste mi mano Conocí el amor
Tú me enseñaste Tú me abrazaste Tú me acompañaste Tú me besaste
Si esto no es amor, qué otra cosa puede ser? Si todo lo que haces conmigo es para bien Si la vida contigo, no existe mal Y si estamos juntos nada pasará
Tú me enseñaste A sonreír despacio, A contemplar la vida Y agradecer por tanto.
Romantic bolero pop, smooth & intimate. Latin percussion, electric ...Romantic bolero pop, smooth & intimate. Latin percussion, electric guitar, piano.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female ...Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, flute, string ensemble & trumpet.
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. Solo accordion.
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Accordions, piano & double-bass.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, accordion & piano.
J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis) J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur
English translation : I dreamt you were living I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing. In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female singer, accordion & small ensemble.
Il y aura toujours un p'tit air de rengaineAu fond d'une cour, sur les bords de la SeineUn refrain qui conjugue l'amourEt puisLes amants de ParisIl y aura toujours une frêle guinguettePour danser à deux, pour s'aimer en cachetteUn hôtel à trois pas du faubourgOù l'on confond la nuit et le jour Il est au fin fond d’une impasseUne maison où l'on s'enlaceA l'abri des sombres regardsDes bourgeois qui passent le soirIl n'y a même pas de terrasseMais chacun y trouve sa placeEt dans un coin l'accordéonOffre alors à chacun sa chanson
English translation : There will always be There will always beA little old songIn a courtyard, on the banks of the SeineA refrain which bindsAmour with the lovers of ParisThere will always beA creaky guingetteTo dance together, to love in secretAn hotel stone’s throw from the faubourgWhen night and day entwine Down the end of an alleyA house where we entwineAway from the dark looksOf the bourgeoisie passing by in the eveningThere is not even a terraceBut everyone can find their placeAnd in a corner the accordionOffers each their song