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What would you think if I sang out a tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
yeah, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone
But how do I feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Yeah gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love
Would you believe at a love at first sight
Yes, I´m certain that it happens all the time
what do you see when you turn of the light
I can´t tell you but I kno that it´s mine
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I can´t buy a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
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Meu povo, preste atenção
Na roda que eu te fiz
Quero mostrar a quem vem
Aquilo que o povo diz
Posso falar, pois eu sei
Eu tiro os outros por mim
Quando almoço, não janto
E quando canto é assim
Agora vou divertir
Agora vou começar
Quero ver quem vai sair
Quero ver quem vai ficar
Não é obrigado a me ouvir
Quem não quiser escutar
Quem tem dinheiro no mundo
Quanto mais tem, quer ganhar
E a gente que não tem nada
Fica pior do que está
Seu moço, tenha vergonha
Acabe a descaração
Deixe o dinheiro do pobre
E roube outro ladrão
Agora vou divertir
Agora vou prosseguir
Quero ver quem vai ficar
Quero ver quem vai sair
Não é obrigado a escutar
Quem não quiser me ouvir
Se morre o rico e o pobre
Enterre o rico e eu
Quero ver quem que separa
O pó do rico do meu
Se lá embaixo há igualdade
Aqui em cima há de haver
Quem quer ser mais do que é
Um dia há de sofrer
Agora vou divertir
Agora vou prosseguir
Quero ver quem vai ficar
Quero ver quem vai sair
Não é obrigado a escutar
Quem não quiser me ouvir
Seu moço, tenha cuidado
Com sua exploração
Se não lhe dou de presente
A sua cova no chão
Quero ver quem vai dizer
Quero ver quem vai mentir
Quero ver quem vai negar
Aquilo que eu disse aqui
Agora vou divertir
Agora vou terminar
Quero ver quem vai sair
Quero ver quem vai ficar
Não é obrigado a me ouvir
Quem não quiser escutar
Agora vou terminar
Agora vou discorrer
Quem sabe tudo e diz logo
Fica sem nada a dizer
Quero ver quem vai voltar
Quero ver quem vai fugir
Quero ver quem vai ficar
Quero ver quem vai trair
Por isso eu fecho essa roda
A roda que eu te fiz
A roda que é do povo
Onde se diz o que diz
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Like a lover, the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and fuzzy
As you let it play upon your face
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you
Like a lover, the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you
How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you
Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you
(Bridge)
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you
How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you
Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you
I might be like the velvet moon to you
I might be like the velvet moon to you . . .
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It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing
It's Q-tip
Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man
She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man
'Cause you know I gotta go to her place
I go to another space when I look at her face
And look at her eyes they're deep like pools of water
I'm really turned on now and I know that I oughta
Hold her hand, let my love pour dance on the dance floor
If you can't dance, baby, I can show you
Jus' clap yo' hand and let the music take you
And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya
And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah
And shake your waist, ah, and you can tip it up
Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh
You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah
And then I feel you when I keep pace, ah
And then we dance, and we let the music happenin'
We fall in love all over again, again, again, we say
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing
And check it out, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah
It's Will.i.am, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah
Can't be wastin' time, yeah, I gotta make my move, man
Gotta girlie lookin' at me, peeping at my hood, man
No time to waste when you're up in the spout
'Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block
So I git myself together, make sure I'm looking smooth, man
Walk up pumpin' it as, and what you do, man
She tol' me she chillin' and they doin' nuthin
So I said maybe later we can get in the sun
We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee
And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy
By the way baby what's your sign
She said, 'Virgo', I said, 'Pisces mine'
And this was her favorite dish
And I never met a virgin pretty like this
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, do it, do it
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing
Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing
It's Q-tip, it's Q-tip
Yo 'tip you on point, yeah
Is the beat on point, yeah
Is Sergio on point, yeah
I know you know I'm on point, yeah
Yo 'tip you on point, yeah
Is the groove on point, yeah
Sergio on point, yeah
I know you know I'm on point, yeah
You know they love it like this, yeah
Because we got it like this, yeah
You know we love it like this, yeah
Yeah, it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
Will.i.am in da house with Sergio
Q-tip's in da house on the radio
On the radio, on the radio
On the radiya, diya, diya, diya, diya, di, radio
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LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
Tristeza, por favor vá embora
Minha alma que chora está vendo o meu fim
Tristeza, por favor vá embora
Minha alma que chora está vendo o meu fim
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
Fez do meu coração a sua moradia
Já é demais o meu penar
Quero voltar àquela vida de alegria
Quero de novo cantar
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLaLa
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The look of love is in your eyes
A look that time can't disguise
The look of love is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well, it takes my breath away
I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you
How long I have waited, waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
You've got the look of love, it's on your face
A look that time can't erase
Be mine tonight, let this be just the start
Of so many nights like this
Let's take a lover's vow and then seal it with a kiss
I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you
How long I have waited, waited just to love you
Now that I have found you, don't ever go
Don't ever go, don't ever go
Don't ever go, don't ever go
Don't ever go, don't ever go
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(portuguese part:)
Adeus
Vou pra não voltar
E onde quer que eu vá
Sei que vou sozinho
Tão sozinho amor
Nem é bom pensar
Que eu não volto mais
Desse meu caminho
Ah, pena eu não saber
Como te contar
Que o amor foi tanto
E no entanto eu queria dizer
Vem
Eu só sei dizer
Vem
Nem que seja só
Pra dizer adeus
(english part:)
Goodbye
It's all over now
You been gone before
But this time it´s over
There´s no much to say
You're not coming back
You just close the door
Leaving me alone now
Oh was it just a dream
Never really true
Why am I so lonely
Oh so lonely
Please come back to me
Come if it's one more time
Come even just to say
Just to say adeus
Oh was it just a dream
Never really true
Why am I so lonely
Oh so lonely
Please come back to me
Come if it's one more time
Come even just to say
Just to say goodbye
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A batucada surgiu
Nem um branco ficou
Pois ser branco é ter cor
E pouco amor . . .
Canta amor que é mais branco
Que o sorriso do negro
Que nasceu só sem cor
Cheio de amor
E vai vivendo
Vendo a vida terminar
Chorando tanto
Por quem nunca pôde amar
Mas a vida se vai
E é preciso sambar
Fazer samba é viver
E não morrer . . .
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
E vai vivendo
Vendo a vida terminar
Chorando tanto
Por quem nunca pôde amar
Mas a vida se vai
E é preciso sambar
Fazer samba é viver
E não morrer . . .
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu, nem um branco ficou . . .
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The dark is filled with dreams
So many dreams which one is mine
One must be right for me
Which dream of all the dreams
When there's a dream for every star
And there are oh so many stars
So many stars
The wind is filled with songs
So many songs which one is mine
One must be right for me
Which song of all the songs
When there's a song for every star
And there are oh so many stars, so many stars
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so many smiles
Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell
How will I know, out of, oh
So many stars, so many stars
(musical interlude)
Yes, the wind is filled with songs, so many songs
Which one is mine, one must be right for me
Which song of all the songs
When there's a song for every star
And there are, oh, so many stars, so many stars
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so many smiles
Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell
How will I know, out of, oh, so many stars
So many stars, (so many stars) oh, so many stars
(So many stars) oh, there are so many stars
(So many stars) lots and lots of stars, oh so many (so many)
Oh, so many (stars), many
So many, many (so many) stars (stars) . . .
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All the secrets of the skies in a drop of rain
Look around, just look around
Gold dust, silver and surprise
If you look around, just look around
All the wisdom of the sea in a grain of sand
Look around, just look around
Set the child within you free
When you look around, just look around
That cloud's a bird flying through the air
That happy leaf's going to the fair
It's all there, it's all there
It's all there, it's all there
All the innocence of Spring in a blade of grass
Look around, just look around
Let the child within you see
When you look around, just look around
All the wisdom of the sea in a grain of sand
Look around, just look around
Set the child within you free
When you look around, just look around
That cloud's a bird flying through the air
That happy leaf's going to the fair
It's all there, it's all there
It's all there, it's all there
All the innocence of Spring in a blade of grass
Look around, just look around
Let the child within you see
When you look around, just look around
Oh, look around
Just look around
Just look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around
Stop and look around
Just look around . . .
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