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Maluma - Hola Señorita dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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Hello, Miss

It's rumored her name is Maria, Maria, Maria
Who would have said she would make me fall in love with her that day, that day?
Heya, hello miss, tell me if you think everything has been said
I don't know how to dance so tonight I'll keep a low profile
She is a beautiful miss from head to toes
But what I like more is when she speaks French
Dance, dance, hottie
Dance, dance, hottie
 
From L.A. to France, baby, what elegance!
Chanel, Dior perfume, baby, what smell
It's delicious, delicious, you look scrumptious
I just wanna be inside, feel your emotions
You send me an emoji, the type with devil face
Why don't you tell me upfront? Baby, talk clearly
In this story I don't wanna be the bad guy
Don't send signals, let's get to the point
 
Tell me, tell me, if you and me can go
To a far away place
Keep on moving
 
It's rumored her name is Maria, Maria, Maria
Who would have said she would make me fall in love with her that day, that day?
Heya, hello miss, tell me if you think everything has been said
I don't know how to dance so tonight I'll keep a low profile
She is a beautiful miss from head to toes
But what I like more is when she speaks French
Dance, dance, hottie
Dance, dance, hottie
 
Tell me what you want, tell me what you are waiting from me
I saw you appear and disappear like a ninja
You understand things about me, you know, I already know that
I hold you, you run away from me
silent like a cat
Good luck to the one who will marry you
I will be happy to call you, Maria
Under the sun of Santa Monica, or Santa Maria, eh
 
Tell me what you want, tell me what you are waiting from me
I saw you appear and disappear like a ninja
You understand things about me, you know, I already know that
I hold you, you run away from me
silent like a cat
Always on the lookout, on the lookout for some money
Not easy to love with a heart behind bars
I lost a lot of blood, it would be time to make a garrotte
Just after the aperitif, I love you, I want you
 
It's rumored her name is Maria, Maria, Maria
Who would have said she would make me fall in love with her that day, that day?
Heya, hello miss, tell me if you think everything has been said
I don't know how to dance so tonight I'll keep a low profile
She is a beautiful miss from head to toes
But what I like more is when she speaks French
Dance, dance, hottie
Dance, dance, hottie
 
It's rumored her name is Maria, Maria, Maria
Who would have said she would make me fall in love with her that day, that day?
 
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Az oldalon található "Hola Señorita" angol nyelvű zeneszöveg magyar fordítás másként dalszöveg fordítás vagy lyrics fordítás csak személyes és oktatási célokra használható fel.
Maluma dalszövegeinek tulajdon és szerzői joga a szerzőket vagy a szám tulajdonosait illeti.



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amazarashi - Us Against the World ぼくら対せかい

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amazarashi - Us Against the World
 
A young couple and their kids, playing with fireworks in a mall parking lot.
 
The dazzling lights of a baseball atadium and a Don Quixote, like meteorites from another solar system.
 
Wages shit, pissed, and drunken way - a suburban town obsessed with anything that glitters.
 
My colleagues died out on the highway. That's one every year these last ten years.
 
We squished bugs with a value system of ''It's all over once you look for a meaning in life''.
 
As far as we're concerned, ''philosophy'' is the poetry scrawled on pub bathroom stalls.
 
Only when we've drunk too much does ''I can put up with this'' cross our minds, but the next day, drowned in sweat and invoices, the thought vanishes in the blink of an eye.
 
Sunlight shines on you through the trees, as you work at the railway switchyard, shining on the ''you'' that once changed the world.
 
At point, it was just me and you, in a tranquil place we called our world.
 
With our bodies intertwined, we nursed our youth until the bitter end.
 
Outside the school building, a sunset and mushroom clouds.
 
Blazer ribbons and the furthest ends of isolation.
 
In shirts stained with oil, we loaded up our fantasies in the back of a truck.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
You know, I get the feeling that we've left something behind, but I've already forgotten what it was.
 
Maybe we're actually the ones who have been left behind.
 
Always impatient, as though she were on some kind of errand, the name of the girl who hurried past us was surely ''time''.
 
I can't even see her back in the horizon anymore. I can't even remember her smile.
 
Our wounds have left us. The sun has set on our scars.
 
Though our old wounds ache, they've been drowned out by the sounds of alarm clocks.
 
At one point, there was an endless wilderness before us.
 
It took courage whether we kept going or not.
 
To all my fallen friends: I will never leave you behind.
 
Our sensitivity drove us to stage an armed uprising.
 
From our disadvantageous position, we seized victory.
 
That former glory is all wrapped up, but it's missing an address.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
We believed that the world would change. We believed we'd be the ones to change it.
 
Even though we've gone our separate ways, I've got no doubt that those feelings haven't changed.
 
Treachery, deceit, baseless accusations, brown-nosing, excuses, verbal promises, manga cafes, crowded trains, transparent flattery, apologies, embarassment and disparagement, friends in whom we can confide our true feelings, former brothers-in-arms, funny stories that never once made us smile, music, sons and daughters, political power, right and left, our past, present, and stories of our future - a moment of relief on the weekend, caressed by a mild breeze in the park.
 
In our joined hands, there is enough warmth to make up for time gone by.
 
The sequel of the world we saved that day, the after of the world we knocked down that day, even though we suffer, we've lived through it so earnestly.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 

Love Is Red

Sunny day, I am alone
I have longing and don't know why
A young man walks by
I look at him and then he turns around
 
Love is red, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
Love is red, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
 
Today is the moment
Because you came to me with flowers
And you say: 'I will forever share
All happiness with you'
 
Love is red, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
Red is love, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
 
Love is red
Love is red
Love is red, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
 
Love is red, your eyes blue
And to me, it's as if I'm looking into the sky
 
I'm not fluent so feel free to correct
Ich bin nicht fließend, Korrekturen sind wilkommen

Tarantúlur

Úlfurinn rúllar með rómverskum gyðjum og stóískum hómís
Eldist um helming og drekk fyrir tvo líkt og óléttur róni
Allir á hlaupum en ég týni rósir á rólegu róli
Með kórónu og bóner og vakna hvern morgun í blóðugu bóli
Finnið mig liggjandi í snjó
ég er svo fokking emo
Rita ólæsileg ljóð
Mín hinsta bón
 

The guitar classes of Miss Cunegunda Lopez of Garcia

At the guitar classes of Miss Cunegunda Lopez
of Garcia in front of the Cinemascope
I gave my first steps with my hands
on the guitar with my brothers
Our fathers were sending us with the stave notebook
And while the class was ongoing they were doing shopping
 
I learned a lot of pieces that I don't know well where did they came from
Though if miss Cunegunda
were teaching us them it's for something
The odd thing that happens is that nowdays
when I go to the guitar concers I don't listen to those pieces
but in our end of the year auditions they were playing these
 
My guitar teacher was also teaching me beautiful songs
I still keep recordings
of when my aunts gave me a kiss
and told me boy show your progress
and as they were songs that they also had learned
when they were young then they helped me and sang along
 
The memory I keep of my happy days of student
is very pleasant and if I kept going forward
all that was thanks to that professor
who my song remembers tonight
And despite she went to heaven like a pigeon
I keep her signature in the lower part of my diploma.
 
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