Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king's horses and all the King's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Ba ba Black Sheep

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir three bags full

One for the Master and one for the Dame

And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.

(Incy Wincy, Incy Wincy Incy Wincy Spider)

Incy Wincy Spider went up the water spout

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

So Incy Wincy spider went up the spout again.

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

Have you ever heard
Of another faithful preacher
Telling all to adhere, cos they’re living the wrong way?
Were you told not to trust
Those with different skin to us
By some self-obsessed opinionist?
Well this is what I’d say.

It’s not the time or the place for what you’re saying
It’s not the day or the year.
Don’t bring your ugly thinking here.
Just stop the hurt that you’re hissing
And all the filth that you’re insisting.
It’s not the time or the place for what you’re preaching.

Do you ever feel
Love with conditions just isn’t real?
Have your friends been told that they pray to the wrong king?
Has it been said that you’re not trusted?
That your life don’t cut the mustard?
Well my friends, let’s stand together
Oh, and this is what we’ll sing.

Me vi corriendo tras de ti

Queriendo revivir
Viejos instantes

Lloré, nunca lo imaginé

Ya que también logré

Maltratarte

Sufro este vacío

Cuesta tanto reponer

Las fuerzas pa’ ponerse

De nuevo en pie otra vez

Cuánto tiempo pasa

Buscando el cómo del porqué

Yo aspiro a solo un poco

De cielo en su desdén

Y corro tan rápido

La alcanzo muy lentamente

Lágrimas en su rostro

Mis ojos sufren

Y más despacio

La abrazo tan fuerte

Oh, no

Mis ojos sufren

(Agua)

Sufro este vacío

Cuesta tanto comprender

Las fuerzas van y vuelven

Caballo en pie otra vez

Cuanto te lo pasas

Buscando el como del porqué

Aspiro a solo un poco

De cielo en su desdén

Y corro tan rápido

La alcanzo muy lentamente

Lágrimas en su rostro

Mis ojos sufren

Y más despacio

Con el alma más fuerte

Lágrimas en su rostro

Mis ojos sufren

ItalianoTu
Era bello il tuo vestito blu
Lungo lago sai che non c'è piu
La riva del nostro grande amore
Solo nebbia e vento freddo qua
E il velo bianco dell'umidità
Ammanta i miei ricordi di grigiore

Dove sei cosa fai
Con che gente sarai
Adesso chi lo sa
L'amore viene va

E se tu tornerai
Se mi ricorderai
Adesso chi lo sa
Stasera...una nuova primavera

Tu
Vedo riflesso il tuo vestito blu
Al lungolago non ci vieni più
Lo sai che un ricordo consola
Un bel sorriso e poi quell'aria scura
Tu ridevi della mia paura
E io ti ho lasciato partir sola

Dove sei cosa fai
Con che gente sarai
Adesso chi lo sa
L'amore viene va

E se tu tornerai
Se mi ricorderai
Adesso chi lo sa
Stasera...una nuova primavera

E se tu tornerai
Se mi ricorderai
Forse tu non lo sai
Stasera…avrò la mia primavera

Ora,
E un spettro quel vestito blu
Il nostro lungolago non c'e piu
Portami
La primavera

Français

Toi
Il était beau ton vêtement bleu
Le long du lac tu sais qu’il n’y a plus
La rive de notre grand amour
Seuls le brouillard et le vent froid
Et le voile blanc de l’humidité
Enveloppe mes souvenirs de gris

Où es-tu, que fais-tu
?
Avec qui es-tu
?
Maintenant qui le sait
L’amour va et vient.

Et si tu revenais
Si je me souvenais
Maintenant qui le sait
Ce soir....un nouveau printemps

Je vois une illusion de ton vêtement bleu
Le long du lac nous n’allons plus
Sais-tu qu’un souvenir console
Un beau sourire et puis cet air sombre
Tu riais de ma peur
Et je t’ai laissé partir seule

Maintenant

Ce vêtement bleu est un fantôme
Notre bord de lac n’existe plus
Apporte-moi
Le printemps
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