Eblouis-moiMon soleil à moi, c'est toi Prends garde à toi Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi Tourne autour de moi,
Mon soleil à moi, c'est toi Surtout n'oublie pas,
Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
Quand nous nous sommes rencontrés,
en décembre, il y a un an Tu avais un drôle d'air Tu étais incandescent Quand il y avait des sourires,
Bêtes, à chaque instant Tu m'étais un peu trop cher Fallait prendre de la distance
Eblouis-moi,
Mon soleil à moi, c'est toi Prends garde à toi
Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
Tu disais que la déception,
Nous on la connaîtrait pas,
Moi j'y croyais Puis tu t'es un peu détaché, et là, soudain Eh bien j'y croyais plus T'es revenu, t'as beaucoup parlé, t'avais toujours ton drôle d'air incandescent Alors j'ai fait semblant, et tu y as crû Et depuis, j'te laisse à ton illusion
Détourne-toi Ton soleil à toi, c'est moi Et puis oublie-moi Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
English translation : DAZZLE MEDazzle me My sun, it is you Take care of yourself Your mirage, it is me Turn around me, My sun, it is you Don’t forget, Your mirage, it is me
When we met, in December, a year ago You had a funny look You were incandescent When there were silly smiles, at every moment You were a little too dear I Had to keep my distance
Dazzle me My sun, it is you Take care of yourself Your mirage, it is me Turn around me, My sun, it is you Don’t forget, Your mirage, it is me
You said we would never know disappointment, I believed it Then somehow, you became a little distant, and then, suddenly Well, I no longer believed
You came back, you talked a lot, you still had your funny incandescent look So I pretended, and you believed me And since then, I leave you to your illusion
Turn away Your sun, it is me And then forget me Your mirage to you, it's me
Text ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Lively & confident. Classic up-tempo country & western track. Slide ...Lively & confident. Classic up-tempo country & western track. Slide Dobro, pedal steel guitar & rhythm like a train.
Kiddie pop / electro folk. Happy kids. Confident & full of joy. ...Kiddie pop / electro folk. Happy kids. Confident & full of joy. Ukulele, glockenspiel & rhythm with claps.
Text ... Salsa sung in Spanglish. Festive & lively. Male singer, piano, latin ...Salsa sung in Spanglish. Festive & lively. Male singer, piano, latin percussion & brass section.
esto es a lo niche, caliche,venite,nos vamos pa los Yores, señores come on. esto es a lo niche,caliche,venite,nos vamos a lo punta talon, punta talon. y comenzó vacilon,llegaron los que son,llevando un nuevo sound pa los Yores, oye latino no te asombres,vamo' a hacer desorden,este ritmo lleva mi nombre, Y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, Mirá cojé, y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, cuidao y te caés. hey Cali,What's going on, this is a lo niche, del barrio song, cuero pa' la calle, campaneo básico, Do you feel it ? ti-ti có, ti-ti có. FR: Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen”Venez ! Nous allons à New-York Messieurs, venez. Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen”Venez ! Nous allons à New-York, Messieurs, venez Nous allons en, pointe, talon, pointe talon Et la fête a commencéCeux qui sont venus, y sont En amenant un nouveau son à New YorkHey latino, ne soyez pas surpris On va faire du désordreCe rythme porte mon nom Et tu le sais bienBouge-toi, bouge-toiEt tu le sais bienRegarde, attrape Et tu le sais bienBouge-toi, bouge-toiEt tu le sais bienRegarde, attrape Fait gaffe, ne tombe pas par terre Hey Cali Qu’est ce qui se passe? Ça c’est à la façon des noirsChanson du quartier Cuir pour la rue Frappement basique de la clocheL'avez-vous ressenti ? Ti ti co, ti ti co
Text ... Efficient & nervous. Electric guitar, vocoder, female singer, synth & ...Efficient & nervous. Electric guitar, vocoder, female singer, synth & rhythm.
POP MUSIC Pop music , Pop musicPop music , I'm singing each dayPop music , drum in my brainPop music , gonna drive me insanePop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music When I'm drunk at the barPop music , when I'm driving my carPop music , feel like a superstarPop music , dancing in my bra Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop musicPop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music I want to be a superstar, giving it up, taking a bowI want to be a superstar, giving it up, taking a bow Come and sing along to the sexy little songCome and sing along to the sexy little song Yeah I know it's trashIt ain't punk so it's junkPop music , it is hard to admitI know that I love it Pop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop musicPop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop musicPop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop musicPop music , Pop music , Pop music , pop pop music
Text ... Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic percussion. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Instrumental. Naive, relaxed & carefree Brazilian pop track based on ...Instrumental. Naive, relaxed & carefree Brazilian pop track based on a bossa nova rhythm with a retro touch & a light drum & bass influence. Acoustic & electric guitar, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
Text ... Naive, relaxed & carefree Brazilian pop song based on a bossa nova ...Naive, relaxed & carefree Brazilian pop song based on a bossa nova rhythm with a light electro influence. An ode to the pleasures of day-to-day love. Female singer & backing vocals, acoustic & electric guitar, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
Quero ser pra sempre seu melhor bom dia
Todo dia café na cama com pãozinho e margarina
Pra despertar de mais um dia
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Quero ser pra sempre seu melhor bom dia
Todo dia café na cama com pãozinho e margarina
Pra despertar de mais um dia
Bom Bom Bom
Felicidade pode ser bem mais daquilo que se vê
Felicidade pode ser bem mais daquilo que se tem
Felicidade pode ser bem agradecer a vida
Despertar de cada som, amanhecer do dia
Quero ser pra sempre seu melhor bom dia
Todo dia café na cama com pãozinho e margarina
Pra despertar de mais um dia
EN:
Good good good good
Good good good good
Good good good good
Good
Good good good good
Good good good good
Good good good good
Good
I want to be your best good morning forever
Every day coffee in bed with bread and margarine
To wake up for another day
Good good good good
I want to be your best good morning ever
Every day coffee in bed with bagels and margarine
To wake up from another day
Good good
Happiness can be much more than you can see
Happiness can be much more than what you have
Happiness can be thanking life
Awakening to every sound, dawning of the day
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
Good good good good
Good
Good good good good
Good good good good good
Good good good good good
I want to always be your best good morning
Every day coffee in bed with bread and margarine
To wake up for another day
Good good good
Text ... Charming, seductive & amusing electro pop sung in Brazilian about a ...Charming, seductive & amusing electro pop sung in Brazilian about a mysterious beautiful girl. Male vocal, cavaquinho, cat meowing sample FX, flute with reverb FX, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
BR:
Acha, acha, acha, acha,
Ela, ela, ela, ela
Gata, gata, gata, gata
Bela, bela, bela, bela (2x)
A vizinha do terceiro disse que não viu
Pela porta aberta por onde saiu
Vive na saca, será que fugiu? Fugiu
Saiu de casa pra fazer
Tinha motivo mas não quis dizer
Nem voltou pra casa pra comer
O Gata
Quem viu 3x, ela,
Ela bela, ela
Ela bela
Quem viu 3x, ela,
Ela bela, ela
Ela bela
Acha, acha, acha, acha,
Ela, ela, ela, ela
Gata, gata, gata, gata
Bela, bela, bela, bela (2x)
A vizinha do terceiro disse que não viu
Pela porta aberta por onde saiu
Vive na saca, será que fugiu? Fugiu
Saiu de casa pra fazer
Tinha motivo mas não quis dizer
Nem voltou pra casa pra comer
O Gata
Quem viu 3x, ela,
Ela bela, ela
Ela bela
Quem viu 3x, ela,
Ela bela, ela
Ela bela
Acha, acha, acha, acha,
Ela, ela, ela, ela
Gata, gata, gata, gata
Bela, bela, bela, bela (4x)
ENG:
She thinks, she thinks, she thinks, she thinks,
She, she, she, she
Cat, cat, cat, cat
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
The neighboUr on the third floor said she didn't see
Through the open door where she came out
She lives in the sack, did she run away? She ran away
She left home to do something
She had a reason but didn't want to say it
She didn't even come home to eat
The Cat
Who saw her x3,
She's beautiful, she's beautiful
She's beautiful
Who has seen 3x, her,
She beautiful, she
She who is beautiful
