I Got Love... I Got Love...
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Wrapped around me, wrapped around me.
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You're like my sort - marijuana.
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The sky in diamonds - summer was flying.
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You are my baby - the daughter of the carnival.
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Move, baby! |
Ball princess!
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Night of change - the thoughts of a rastaman.
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Until I got tired, the music played.
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Someone smoked - someone vpirali!
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This is a fool, foolish marra she is manna.
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I thought I was flying to warmer climes -
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Summer, sea, sand, but you are not enough for me.
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I dance to the floor, hands to the ceiling of the hall.
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I won't go back to where I fell.
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Miraculously exhausted and took sadness with her.
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This is our life and it is never enough.
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I dance to the floor - hands to the ceiling of the hall.
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Go, everybody shake your ass.
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Go, move everybody is my favorite show.
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The head shook mercy gave mannama.
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Planna blew into Navara cash.
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Butor give us a shaft!
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When this day comes - you sing to yourself,
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About me, for love and for my mother, for my brother,
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And then fate will bend, ata-ata!
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Ataman! |
I'm like Ataman!
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In a hot tango - a music lover,
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Badman rules me.
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Dance! |
So primitive!
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Dance! |
So impulsive!
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Dance, daughter of the carnival.
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There weren't enough of you on the dance floor!
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Few.
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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Jah! |
Jah! |
Jah! |
Bless!
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We will hang the windows, we will again be a princess and a despot.
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Laurels do not take your ardor, Kuralesim.
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We will break free over the years together.
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Whoa! |
Whoa! |
Whoa! |
Whoa!
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Fly around the planets in an instant
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That drumming rain - melancholy and sadness.
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But you lit up freedom with the light of goodness,
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The hips moved in the dance.
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You are my Rumba, you are my Samba!
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You are my Salsa, you are my Tango.
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Smoke pile, Volume chat -
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Fly away with me in these arms.
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Fly with me. |
Fly with me.
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Fly with me. |
Fly with me.
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Smoke pile, Volume chat -
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Fly away with me in these arms.
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Fly with me. |
Fly with me.
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Fly with me. |
Fly with me.
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Smoke pile, Volume chat -
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Fly away with me in these arms.
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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This is just a game -
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Maybe even your nakedness.
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Oh baby, I don't believe it!
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Fall into my arms, my beauty!
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We are with you without a guide - so it is necessary,
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Touched your soul to me, dear, lambada.
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To twist the booty - yes, beat, it's not a pity for the subwoofer.
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I burn with you like a schmal in pubs! |
Give me heat!
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I'm ready to give you all lois,
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Who knows how to make noise - make some noise!
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Heat until the morning, in the heat of the crowd,
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But I only look at you! |
Do you believe ma?
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And when the club begins to nod in the morning,
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I'll steal you like Azor roses.
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I will smile in silence and say simply:
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"Come to me, Sun, undo your braids!"
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Undo your braids... Undo your braids.
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Come to me, Sun, undo your braids.
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Unravel your braids.
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel! |
I got you my mind!
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I got you love my skill! |
My la-la-la-life!
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I got love a feel!
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I got love a feel! |