sexta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2009

Patrícia

Quero, quero ser chamada de querida
Quero, quero esquecer o dissabor
Sonho, sonho com as venturas desta vida
Sonho, sonho com as delícias do amor
Falam que eu sou bela Patrícia
Sempre a despertar loucas paixões
Dizem que meus olhos quando olham têm também malícia
Que com meu sorriso provocante eu conquisto os
corações
Mas bem sei que sou triste Patrícia
Com a alma cheia de amargor
Pois ainda estou a esperar de alguém, sincero amor
(Patrícia - Orquestra Imperial)

Ainda estou procurando essa música pra ouvir, caso alguem tenha pra me passar em .mp3. =)

segunda-feira, 3 de agosto de 2009

=)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1NSE9O48Dk

segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2009

Participe!

Ninguem merece!!!


Participe! http://www.forasarney.com/

quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009

...

Tem dias que bate uma tristeza tão grande... fico me perguntando daonde ela vem, mas nunca acho a resposta.

sábado, 16 de maio de 2009

Ou seria... Non capisco l'italiano

Oi lienda
Bella che fa?

Bonita
Bonita que tal?

But belle
Je ne comprend pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way

quarta-feira, 6 de maio de 2009

Então... é amor?

(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here's what they say)

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore

(When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
Lucky Fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's amore,(amore)
That's amore
(Dean Martin - That's amore)