A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Ojamajo Doremi Opening 4 (European Portuguese)

Doremi!
 
We'll sing all together
Bampara, bampara, bampara, bampara
To cheer you up
Nothing will go back to normal
Mumuru, mumuru, mumuru, mumuru
It's very original
 
Let's meet people
And learn many new things
Just a sprinkling
A lot of laugh
And move your body
 
Witches with magic
Are the coolest ones that you'll find around here
Witches and happiness
It's so easy to say 'pirica pirilala'
 
Just give me one chance, chance, chance, chance
Just one more chance, chance, chance, chance
 
Witches with magic
Are the coolest ones that you'll find around here
Witches with happiness
It's easier if you ask me to dance
So let's dance, dance, dance, dance
Just one more dance, dance, dance, dance
Witches and Doremi
 
Let's go!
 

I'll make men of you !

Let's begin the manoeuvres
For defeating the Huns
Should have gave me their sons ?
I don't see even one
You're more fragile than little girls
But till the end, and bit by bit
I'd know how making real men of you !
 
As the arrow which vibrates
and hit in bulleye
In finding the balance
you'll be winners
You're just a brunch of sissies
But against all odds
I'd know how making real men of you !
 
I'd start a diet
Say goodbye to my friends for me
I'd have not skip the sport class !
This guy scare us !
But if he see the girl in me
I sweat but I can't swimm !
 
Like a man
Be more violent than the stream of the torrent
Be a man
Be more powerfull than the hurricanes
Be a man
Be morte ardent than the fire of volcanos
Secret as the mooning nights of the East
 
Days are passing and Huns are not far away
Following well my way
You'll survive tomorrow
You'll never be valient and strog
As men, go back to home
I couldn't make real mens of you.
 

Carrie

Amikor kialszanak a fények
Nem látom okát,
annak, hogy sírsz
Átmentünk ezen már ezelőtt
 
Mindig
Minden szezonban
Isten tudja, hányszor próbáltam
hát kérlek, nem kérd tőlem többet
 
Nem látod a szememben
hogy ez lehet a mi utolsó búcsúnk?
 
Carrie, Carrie,
A dolgok megváltoznak, barátom
Carrie, Carrie,
talán találkozunk még
Valahol újra
 
Olvasok a gondolatodban
nem barátságtalan szándékkal
Bárcsak elmagyarázhatnám
Ez mind időbe telik, egész sok türelemmel
Ha ez bűn,
miért nem érzek fájdalmat?
 
Nem látod a szememben
hogy ez lehet a mi utolsó búcsúnk?
 
Carrie, Carrie,
A dolgok megváltoznak, barátom
Carrie, Carrie,
talán találkozunk még
Valahol újra
 
Nem látod a szememben
hogy ez lehet a mi utolsó búcsúnk?
 
Carrie, Carrie,
A dolgok megváltoznak... Carrie... Carrie... Carrie
Carrie, Carrie
 
talán találkozunk még
Valahol újra
 
Amikor kialszanak a fények...
 

Cherokee

Békében éltek, nem régóta
Egy hatalmas indián törzs
De a változás szele
Rádöbbentette őket, hogy az ígéretek hazugságok voltak
 
A fehér ember mohósága, az arany keresésben
Nemzetek vérét okozta
Elveszítették hitüket
És most meg kell tanulniuk
Hogy nincsen hely a visszatérésre
Sehová nem fordulhatnak
 
Cherokee - menetelés a könnyek nyomán
 
Keményen áthajtottak, keresztül a síkságon
Sok holdon át sétáltak
Mert a változások szele
Rádöbbentette őket, hogy az ígéretek hazugságok voltak
 
Túl sokat elviselni, mindazokat a fájdalmakat
Kétségek között hagyva
Elvesztették hitüket
És most meg kell tanulniuk
Hogy nincsen hely a visszatérésre
Sehová nem fordulhatnak
 

Ringasd az éjszakát

Változásokon mentem keresztül
Fájdalmakon estem át
De ez nem volt elég ok arra, hogy megőrüljek
Ismerem az érzést, amikor növekszik
Dühös vagyok tetőtől talpig
 
Tudom, ez nem könnyű
Kiábrándultság
Tudom, ez nem könnyű
Amikor nem tudod, mit akarsz
 
Ringasd most, ringasd az éjszakát
A korai reggeli fényig
Ringasd most, ringasd az éjszakát
A legjobb, ha elhiszed, hogy ez rendben van
 
Ismerem a határaimat
Csak ami kell
Amikor a dolgok nem elég jók
Csak behúzom a féket
Néha ez könnyű
Néha olyan nehéz
De egy dolog tiszta
Semmi sem elég
 

Tárd ki a szíved

Örömmel töltött napok és szomorú napok
Csak azt nem tudom, hogy én mit tegyek
Ma boldog vagyok, holnap magányos
Minden lehetőség csak tetőled függ
 
Vártam, hogy angyalok kopogtassanak az ajtómon
Azt hittem, hogy minden olyan lehet, mint azelőtt
 
Tárd ki szíved, és mondd el, mi a baj
Miért nem beszélhetsz úgy, mint korábban
Nem tudom, gyenge vagyok-e, vagy erős
Hé lány, nem bírom már tovább
 
Már eleget vártam...
 
Tárd ki a szíved, hadd halljalak
Döntsd el, szeretnélek hallani hogy hívsz
Nyisd ki a szíved, ha közeledni akarsz
Hozz döntést, ó lány, mielőtt elesnék
 
Talán a nap továbbra is ragyogni fog
Talán az eső továbbra is esni fog
Talán el akarsz hagyni engem
Lehet, hogy meg akarsz változni, és felhívsz
 

The bells of Notre Dame (reprise)

When the bells ring, the bells question
In the sky of Notre-Dame
Is the man a monster or the monster a man?
And the bells ring, ring, ring, ring…
 
Heaven sounds the alarm, hell spits flames
When the bells bewitch our souls
They chime in Notre-Dame
 

Remember Me

Remember me
Despite my saying goodbye
Remember me
Without pain in your eyes
Though I'll be far away
You'll stay within me
And you'll hear the melody that unites us
 
Remember me
Though I'm heading far away
Remember me
If you hear the guitar cry
Forever I will live within you
Until our paths cross again
Remember me
 

My European

She is Gallic with little white wine
She is against governments
She is not the daughter of religions
She is not a moneywhore
She is wind from the North or the West
She is wind from the South or the East
She is homeless in the street
She is always a waste of time
She is a gypsy she is profane
She is when the Gallic woman glides
She is always the smoker of joints
She sleeps in the train stations
She is in solidarity with the combat
She is Warsaw, Messina
She is not a banker for a penny
She is not boots at attention
She is homeless without borders
She is against totalitarianism
She is 'Fuck you with your money'
Come on, go get a brunette
She is my face of Picasso
She is all my friends with a paintbrush
Kusturica Sarajevo
The Gestapo is not far away
 
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She doesn't really have borders
Her body is the entire planet
No offense to the bourgeoisie
You know, this is my European, to me
 
She is keupon rat on the shoulder
She is the prison tattoo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'give me a tango'
She is the destiny of origins
She has greco-latin roots
She is against the bank union
She is my revolutionaries
 
She is friends with Mimi Pinson
She is Romania without money
She is guillotine for the kings
She is rather like you and me
She is not from the media I think
She is not a bourgeois politician
She is a peasant in combat
She is a partisan when she drinks
 
She is a licensed worker
No, she's not the daughter of progress
She is a bandoneon in the métro
She is rather Manu Crado
She is northern, north-african
She is a little baltic too
She looks like a greek statue
She looks like Italy
It seems from Paris to Venice
It seems from Namur to the Marquesa Islands
It's Gauguin who paints the Earth
Like a paintbrush tells you my brother
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
 
She is not Merkel or Hollande
It's not false propaganda
Hate speech in the pub
She is romanian in the métro
 
She does not have a round end of the month
No offense to the bourgeoisie
She is not Mercedes I believe
She is rather Greek in combat
 
She is Swedish threesomes
She is my tab when I drink
She is greco-latin, Germanic
She is British when she hangs out
She loves bars, she loves beer
She loves the smell of the people
She is part wolf part dog
She is from where we are from, wherever we come from
 
She is Barcelona at heart
She is Venice, she is Verona
It's not the market of London
It's the hell of the Babylons
She is Cherbourg Saint-Petersburg
She is all the prostitutes of Hamburg
She is Russia, American
You know me, my republic hate
 
She is polka in the métros
She is gypsy she is Djangi
She is not the Calais ghetto
She is not the kingdom of the ticket
She is flamenco under Franco
She is the smile of the proletarian
She is the little morning in the pub
She is the face of Greta Garbo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'Give me a tango'
She has Ukrainian beauty
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She is not what happens on the radios
She is not what we read on social media
 
She is German, she is English
She is Flemish, she is French
She is Bulgarian, she is Slovak
Fist lifted against the truncheon
My Spaniard, my Italian
In farandole my European
She is Lithuanian, she is Hungarian
She is Walloon, she is from Liège
She is baltic, she is bohemian
My Bolshevik, my Norwegian
She is Athenian, she is Danish
She fucks me my Swedish woman
She is latin, anglo-saxon
And often it's true she is stupid
She is a continent with an old history
She is often at trading posts
 
She is Welsh, she is Gallic
She especially knows how to leave me the tab
She is the Polish revolter
She has blood from Northern Ireland
She is a greco-roman statue
You would see her, my European
My Venus for me when I hang out
More than everything, my European
 
Whether she is Chinese or Japanese
She can even be American
From Saigon to Tian'anmen
You know, for me, my European
She can come from all the lands
As long as she sings to me about missionaries
Yeah, it's sure, she has no borders
 
She has the body of the entire Earth
 

On the map of Europe

Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
And I remembered
the summer nights
when I was leaving home
already walking out the door
I was seeing myself far
don't know in which country
and woke up at the dawn
with eyes on the map
 
And I remembered
what I wanted to be:
a poplar rising
to the sky and a fast wind
that surrounds the Earth
always and later
I looked upon the map
but didn't find myself!...
 
Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
And I remembered
what I wanted to be:
a poplar rising
to the sky and a fast wind
that surrounds the Earth
always and later
I looked upon the map
but didn't find myself!...
 
Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 

The court of miracles

Versions: #1#2
Maybe you know this lair
The beggars of Paris chose as their den
This place is a shrine we baptize
“The Court of Miracles”
 
Enjoy the show!
 
Where lames dance
Where the blind sees
The dead keep silent
Silence is dead, the dead are always in the wrong
 
We guard from trespassing spies
This nest of rascals like hornets do
At the Court of Miracles, it would be
An astonishing miracle should you make it out alive
 
Justice doesn’t drag along with me
Because I am lawyer and judge, all in one
And if the court enjoys slapdash trials
That’s because the sentence fills us with joy
 
One last word? That’s what they all say…
The case is plain, it’s evident…
 
No, objection!
Denied!
Objection!
Silence!
Granted
 
We all find you innocent…
There’s no worse crime on Earth …
Let’s hang them at once!