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Ome Henk - Opblaaskrokodil dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


Translation

Blow-up Crocodile


Oho!
Oho!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
 
I've always hated mushroom soup
and noodles, they're just wrong. (Hot sauce?)
I don't go on the Internet,
it always takes too long,
 
I don't like using cell phones
'cos they never work at all,
And I hate Zip drives and CD-ROMs
they're worth about fuck-all. But...
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
 
I never want a tattoo,
of Pino on my thigh,
And trivia with the neighbours?
That can go bye-bye.
 
I don't want widescreen TV,
I think I'll let it pass,
A VCR that does the dishes?
Stick it up your... (HONK!) Huh?!
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean
floating by beautiful women
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
No! I don't want any stamps,
I don't want to march across the field,
And I don't want
to talk to the driver during the trip!
I don't want a free trial of your electronics,
I don't want to go home, I just want one thing!
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women
 
I really want to buy,
a blow-up crocodile.
And ride around the ocean,
floating by beautiful women.
 
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
Oho! La la la la la, la la la la la!
 
Blow-up crocodile!
 




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They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
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Dear missing love.
 

~~~~~
 

Dear missing love.
 


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Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
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Go
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Since my love
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Heavenly serenade
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Heavenly serenade
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The taste of your kisses
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Heavenly serenade
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2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
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Calm the heart of one who hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that they haven’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

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2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”