• Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

    Hora, hora, hora, hora

    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

    Hora, hora, hora, hora

    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai
    Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

    Ki mi'Tsion

    ישעיהו 2:3 : כִּי מִצִּיּוֹן תֵּצֵא תוֹרָה, וּדְבַר-יְהוָה מִירוּשָׁלִָם

    Isaiah 2:3 : car c'est de Sion que sort la doctrine et de Jérusalem la parole du Seigneur

    source : http://www.sefarim.fr/


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  • Det var i Södern en solig morgon
    och på ett myllrande salutorg
    Där gick en yngling och sålde blommor
    som han bar framför sig i en korg
    ”- Vad kostar rosorna?”, hörs en stämma
    ”- Du har väl brutit dem ganska nyss?”
    ”-Oh Senorita, blott för er skönhet
    ska ni få fem stycken för en kyss!”

    Så rosenröda var flickans läppar
    Precis som blommorna som han bar
    Och utav glimten i mörka ögon
    Så visste han redan hennes svar
    Hon såg på ynglingen -skön som dagen-
    Och stod där tvekande och så tyst
    Hon skulle säkert köpt hela lagret
    blott för att en enda gång bli kysst.

    När de sen de vackraste röda rosor
    Hon ur hans korg noga hade valt
    Så gav hon ynglingen sina läppar
    och han tog länge och bra betalt
    Sen sågs hon dagligen gå till torget
    och köper blommor på samma vis
    Men han drev handel ej blott för ros skull
    och dag för dag höjde han sitt pris
     
    Nu åren svunnit och de är gifta
    En dag så fick de varann’ till slut
    Men han går fortfarande på torget
    Och säljer blommor på samma vis
    Visst får han än senoritas kyssar
    Men deras köpkraft har flytt sin kos
    Ty varje kväll räknar hon hans kassa
    Det får ej saknas en enda ros

    Ty varje kväll räknar hon hans kassa
    Det får ej saknas en enda ros

     

    Merci à Richard pour sa transcription


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  • I'm just an old-fashioned girl, with an old-fashioned mind
    Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned millionaire.

    I'd like a plain simple car, a cerise Cadillac
    Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned millionaire.

    I'll stay weaving at my loom, be no trouble to my groom
    If he'll keep the piles of money mountain
    In our cottage there will be a soundproof nursery
    Not to wake the baby while I'm counting

    I like the old-fashioned flowers, violets are for me
    Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned millionaire.

    I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh, so pure and genteel,
    Watch me in Las Vegas when I'm at the spinning wheel
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned millionaire.

    I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs
    Two apartment buildings that are labeled "Hers" and "Hers"
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned millionaire.

    I like Chopin and Bizet, and the songs of yesterday
    String quartets, and Polonesian carols
    But the music that excels is the sound of oil wells
    As they slurp slurp slurp into the barrels

    Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol
    And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall
    I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
    And an old-fashioned million-  --  -naire.


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  • Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
    Un Charles ou Paul, un Jacques ou Tom
    Peu m'importe comment il se nomme
    S'il est un homme, un homme, un homme

    Je n'exige pas un apollon
    Qui sait briller dans les salons
    Ni un type fort comme Samson
    Pourvu que j'ai un mec / "mate", un bon

    Il n'a pas besoin d'être un milliardaire
    Qu'il soit beau, non, ça m'est égal
    Il n'a pas besoin d'être une grande lumière
    Star du cinéma, ni prince royal

    Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
    Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul ou Tom
    Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
    Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

    Doesn't have to be prince of movie-star
    A Texas oilman, or a French marquis
    Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture
    An ordinary guy's all right with me

    Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
    Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul ou Tom
    Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
    Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

    Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme


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  • Cross the desert
    Cross the drivelan
    Cross the mountain
    That to the wire land
    You must take me
    You must make me stay

    Over ocean
    Timeless space
    Over sanboon
    To your overseas
    You have got me
    You must not be lay

    Under country
    Under starry skies
    Under cover
    Under night besy

    Take me on the covery ride
    Life is handsom, higher dwyd
    Bring me through the ???

    Take me on the ???
    Snup me, slub me, make me cried
    Take me to the highest ??? of love

    Waying hanker
    On your kanker
    This ??? fist you
    Do you must thak her
    You must give her
    But hard have busy
    Not a bubble
    Not a bangle
    Show her love
    From a different tangle
    Make her to a tank
    And take her higher
    Plays in sunlight
    Burning desert sun
    But moonlight higher in your light

    Take me on the covery ride
    Make me feel the brilliant inside
    Give me wings
    And floot me through the air

    Take me on the covery ride
    Keep your Bible
    By your side
    Lift the bear
    And see me
    If you dear

    Take me on the covery ride
    Make me feel the brilliant inside
    Give me wings
    And floot me through the air

    Take me on the covery ride
    Keep your Bible
    By your side
    Lift the bear
    And see me
    If you dear

    Take me on the covery ride
    Life is handsom, higher dwyd
    Bring me through the ???

    Take me on the ???
    Snup me, slub me, make me cried
    Take me to the highest ??? of love


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