Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Pedro, artist - Frank Michael. Album song Pour toujours, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Record label: Warner (France)
Song language: French
Don Pedro(original) |
Sa vie c’est la musique |
Il a un charme fou, il est Portoricain |
Quand il chante, c’est dire |
Que ça fait du bien |
Il est romantique, il est pacifique |
Il a tous les talents |
Et tant pis pour les Amériques |
Car nous on l’attend |
Reviens-nous Don Pedro, reprends ta guitare |
Et fais danser les filles |
Reviens-nous Don Pedro |
Ta voix c’est le soleil de l’Andalousie |
N’oublie pas Don Pedro, depuis que t’es parti |
Rien n’est plus comme avant |
Il manque un sombrero |
Une place vide et c’est toi qu’on attend |
Son sourire est magique |
Il y a du génie au fond de ses yeux noirs |
Y’a dans ses chansons des rythmes bizarres |
Pour nous c’est l’artiste |
Pas n’importe qui, c’est le numéro un |
Mais il va où va sa musique |
Le Portoricain |
Reviens-nous Don Pedro, reprends ta guitare |
Et fais danser les filles |
Reviens-nous Don Pedro |
Ta voix c’est le soleil de l’Andalousie |
N’oublie pas Don Pedro, depuis que t’es parti |
Rien n’est plus comme avant |
Il manque un sombrero |
Une place vide et c’est toi qu’on attend |
(translation) |
His life is music |
He's got a charm, he's Puerto Rican |
When he sings, it's saying |
How good that feels |
He's romantic, he's peaceful |
He has all the skills |
And too bad for the Americas |
Because we are waiting for it |
Come back to us Don Pedro, take back your guitar |
And make the girls dance |
Come back to us Don Pedro |
Your voice is the sun of Andalusia |
Don't forget Don Pedro, since you left |
Nothing is like before |
A sombrero is missing |
An empty seat and it's you we're waiting for |
Her smile is magic |
There's genius deep in his black eyes |
There are strange rhythms in his songs |
For us he is the artist |
Not just anyone, it's number one |
But he goes where his music goes |
The Puerto Rican |
Come back to us Don Pedro, take back your guitar |
And make the girls dance |
Come back to us Don Pedro |
Your voice is the sun of Andalusia |
Don't forget Don Pedro, since you left |
Nothing is like before |
A sombrero is missing |
An empty seat and it's you we're waiting for |