Celine Dion Lyrics

Celine Dion Lyrics

"The Forgotten Children Lyrics"

When the Shit Hits the Fan Lyrics
in a sluggish economy inflation,recession hits the land of the free standing in unemployment lines blame the government for hard time we just get by however we can we all gotta duck

Les enfants oubli?s tra?nent dans les rues
Sans but et au hasard
Ils ont froid, ils ont faim, ils sont presque nus

(The forgotten children hang in the streets
Without a goal and at random
They are cold, they are hungry, they are almost naked)

Et leurs yeux sont remplis de brouillard
Comme une vol?e de pauvres moineaux
Ils ont pour r?ver le bord des ruisseaux
Recroquevill?s sous le vent d'hiver
Head Over Heels Lyrics
[Originally by Tears For Fears] I wanted to be with you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep your distanc

Dans leur pull-over de laine mit?e

(And their eyes are filled by fog
Like a group of poor sparrows
They have for dreaming the shore of little springs
Curled up under the winter's wind
In their pullover of motheaten wool)

Les enfants oubli?s n'ont pour seuls parents
Que les bruits des grands boul'vards
Dans le creux de leurs mains
Ils tendent aux passants
Des objets d?rob?s aux bazars
Finest Dreams (ft Richard X) Lyrics
Oh baby you're the finest The finest I've seen Oh baby you're the finest The finest I've seen Oh baby you're the finest The finest I've seen Oh baby you're the finest The fines
Il ont pour s'aimer d'un na?f amour
La fragilit? des mots de velours
Ils ont pour palais tout un univers
Dans les courants d'air des vastes cit?s

(The forgotten children have as only parents
Only the sounds of the main boulevards
In the palms of their hands
They offer to passer-bys
Objects stolen to bazaars
They have to love each other of a naive love
The fragility of velvet words
They have
City Hall Lyrics
All you people up there in City Hall, You're fuckin' it up for the people that's in the streets. This is a song for the people in the streets, Not the people City Hall. All you motherfuckers in the stree
as palace all a universe
In the air currents of the huge cities)

Les enfants oubli?s tra?nent dans les rues
Tout comme des petits vieux
Ils ont froid, ils ont faim, ils sont presque nus
Mais ce sont les enfants du bon Dieu

(The forgotten children hang in the streets
Without a goal and at random
They are cold, they are hungry, they are almost naked
But they are the children of God)