My viola goes deep of the trunk . . . Translated Music

By that love that you thus gives me love
by being thus not more because to my,
your love is faithful because always I have taken to skin flower.

By those small things that are doing, all a life
By those details yours whereupon amanecen all my days
By that eternal silence whereupon you calm all my wraths
For that reason and by much more never I will find, an equal love.

For that reason and by much more that difficult is when you are not.
By that love that you thus gives me love
by being thus not more because to my,
your love is faithful because always I have taken to skin flower.

I already know that sometimes we fought
and we discussed by trivialities by things without importance
that are fault almost always mine
and soon without occurring to account in a while everything it forgets
For that reason and by much more that difficult it is when you are never I will find a love equal.

Because we have cried together and shared the joys
because we have stopped the right time at the moment that you were mine.
By so many and so many things that are making all a life for that reason and by much more...

That's probably better than the original line.

"It looks at that prettier thing, fuller of favour, Is it girl, Who comes that she passes In a candy rocking, way of the Young sea of the golden body, Of the sun of Ipanema, balanced its is more than a poem Is the thing prettier than I already vi to pass Ah, because I am so alone, Ah, because everything is so sad, Ah, the beauty that exists the beauty that is not only mine, That also it passes alone Ah, if it knew, That when it passes, the world smiling if it fulls of favour E is prettier, Because of the love"

The small train goes in the countryside
Comings and goings
Carries on its way Serpentine
Of wood and feraille
Rouille and green of gray
Under the rain / It is beautiful

When the sun l'enflamme
With setting through fields
The hats of the Ondulent country-women under the wind
They laugh Parfois jusqu'aux tears
While dreaming with their lovers
L'avoine did you are already germinated return corn?
This year the cows made hectolitres of milk

Small train / Where then do you go?
Train of dead / But what do you make?
Will you still remake it?
Nobody knows what s'y does / Anybody does not believe
One needs qu'il way / But me I am nevertheless there

The small train In the countryside And the children?
The small train In the mountain the grandparents
Petit train Lead them to the flames through fields
The small train goes in the countryside
Comings and goings carries on its Serpentine way
of wood, of feraille marron and gray
Under the rain One will re-examine Another time
To pass from the trains Like another time?
It's not me which will answer
Nobody knows / What does Anybody believes about it
One needs qu'il sees But me I am nevertheless there

Small train / Where t'en do you go?
Train of dead / But what do you make? / Will you still remake it?
Will one re-examine another Passer time from the trains like that one?
It's not me which will answer

Give me something strong
And I'll -- SING THIS SONG

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Go hop! one morning
a darling came to me
Poupée from Cellophane
Chinese Hair an adhesive plaster
a hangover drank my beer
In large glass Hou rubber!
Hou! Hou! Hou!
How an Indian in his igloo

That planes for me
that planes for me
That planes for me me me me me
That planes for me
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That planes for me

Allez hop!
the chick what a panard!
What a vibration! to be sent
On the door mat
Filed, ruined, emptied, filled
You are the King of the couch!
That she says to me while passing
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I amndt the King of the couch

That planes for me
that planes for me
That planes for me me me me me
That planes for me
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That planes for me

Allez hop! occupy you worries key not my planet
It' S not today
Quel the sky will fall me on the head
And that I will miss alcohol
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That planes for me

Allez hop! my chick drew
barred finally is with all to break enough
the sink, the bar leaving me only
Like a large Hou jerk!
Hou! Hou! Hou!
The foot in the dish

That planes for me
that planes for me
That planes for me me me me me
That planes for me
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That planes for me

Wham bang, my cat "Splash"
perches on my bed
Has eaten his tongue lapping up
too much of my whisky
As for me, too little sleep
Tired out
Victimized
I had to sleep in the gutter
Oh I have a rush
ouh
ouh
ouh

In 4 colors
Come on, morning
There's a little darling naked at my place
Doll in cellophane
Chinese hair

Bandaid
Hangover
Drank my beer in a big rubber glass
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Like an Indian in his igloo

Everything's going just great for me
Everything's going just great for me
Everything's going just great for me, me, me, me, me
Everything's going just great for me
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Everything's going just great for me!

Come on
the chick
Fantastic
What vibes
Throwing yourself on the doormat
Worn out
Ruined
Tired out
Satisfied
You are the king of the di-van
She said to me in passing
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh, I am the king of the di-van

Everything's going great for me
Everything's going great for me
Everything's going just great for me, me, me, me, me
Everything's going just great for me
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Everything's going just great for me!

Come on
Keep yourself busy
Get yourself worried
Don't touch my planet
It's not today that the sky will fall on my head
And that the glue won't stick me together again
Ouh,
Ouh,
Ouh, everything's going just great for me!

Come on
My chick is out of here
She split
That's enough now
Everything's broken
the sink
the bar
Leaving me alone like a big idiot
Ouh,
Ouh,
Ouh,
What a huge blunder!

Everything's going just great for me!
Everything's going just great for me!
Everything's going just great for me, me, me, me me
Everything's going just great for me