Sim...party, party : ouvir as Pipettes em " Your kisses are wasted on me" ( kitsch...pop..pop...girl groups dos anos 60...dá vontade de saltar...ouvir aí umas 10 vezes...e voilà...já tive a minha party, party...)
Radio, live transmission. Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. We would have a fine time living in the night, Left to blind destruction, Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance, Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Well I could call out when the going gets tough. The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough. No language, just sound, that’s all we need know, to synchronise Love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
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Sim...party, party : ouvir as Pipettes em " Your kisses are wasted on me" ( kitsch...pop..pop...girl groups dos anos 60...dá vontade de saltar...ouvir aí umas 10 vezes...e voilà...já tive a minha party, party...)
oh yé!
dance, dance, dance oh set me free
dance, dance, dance like i was 16.
dance like no one is watching
yesterday only one tea in the usual place... today one night of fun in the usual place...
And tonight...the usual...
GOOD NIGHT, ANA !
(... and let the party begin... )
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that’s all we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
BOOOOOOM DIIIIIIIIIIIIA, ANA !
entre ontem e hoje boa noite, bom dia e boa tarde b.!
Don't worry...I can take it all at the same time...
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