Hey Nana
Composer(s): Guy Beyers - Charles Dumolin
First performance by: Micha Marah - 1979



Hey, kom je mee
Blijf je hier bij mij vannacht
'k heb oh... zo lang op jou gewacht
Hey, weet je wel
't is nu tijd voor 't grote spel
Jij wordt nu mijn pantofelheld
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Ik zal altijd heel lief voor je zijn
Zou dat niet heerlijk zijn voor jou en mij
Zo'n heel klein huisje voor ons allebei
Waarin we heel gelukkig zouden zijn
En als je 's avonds na je werk verschijnt
Dan roep ik
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Zo zie je maar
Zo komt alles voor mekaar
Wij worden samen nu een paar
Ik zorg voor jou
Net zoals jij zorgt voor mij
En ons geluk gaat nooit voorbij
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Ik zal altijd heel lief voor je zijn
Zou dat niet heerlijk zijn voor jou en mij
Zo'n heel klein huisje voor ons allebei
Waarin we heel gelukkig zouden zijn
En als je 's avonds na je werk verschijnt
Dan roep ik
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Jij neemt me in je armen
En je draagt me in ons huis
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Hey hey na na na na na na na na...
Na…

Positively 4th Street
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan;
and various other artists



You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

So I Wrote You A Song
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger



I woke up with this feeling
There was something I wanted to say
So I wrote you a song

Lately girl I've been dreamin'
Dreamin' 'bout you all through the day
So I wrote you a song

Hope the words will be right
When I see you tonight
You'll know how I feel
I'm no longer alone
Think I've found me a home
And I think it's real

I woke up with this feeling
Haven't felt it for quite some time
So I wrote you a song

All these thoughts I've been dreaming
Somehow I've got to make them right
Got to make them belong
Everytime that you're here
Everytime that you're near
Everything is real
I'm no longer alone
Think I've found me a home
And I think it's real
So I wrote you a song

Pose Ta Joue Sur Mon Épaule
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Jairo



Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Ferme les yeux
Qu'un peu d'éternité nous frôle
Soyons heureux, tous les deux

Chasse tes soucis, tes problèmes
Autour de nous, le monde est fou
Il change et je reste le même
Viens te noyer dans mes "je t'aime"
Qui t'offrent tout

Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Avec douceur
Que la tendresse joue son rôle
Comblant ton coeur et mon coeur

Quand le bonheur t'offre une chance
Mets ton destin entre mes mains
Un simple geste et tout commence
Je fleurirai ton existence
Tes lendemains

Viens contre moi
Et imagine
Ces voies divines
S'ouvrant à toi
Ces paradis aux fleurs étranges
Dont le seul ange
Sera toi et moi

Loin des gens et toutes choses
Le coeur en feu
Rideaux tirés et portes closes
Rêvons un peu, si tu veux
Que l'amour prenne contrôle
Pour te donner l'éternité
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule
Pose ta joue sur mon épaule

Je veux t'aimer

Je Suis L'enfant-Soleil
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay; Hubert Giraud
First performance by: Anne-Marie David - 1979



Il est arrivé du nord, et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Il a dit des mots plus forts et plus doux que le coton du ciel
Il a partagé le pain et mon père lui a donné un lit
"Tu commenceras demain, près du chêne gris"

Je n'ai pas rêvé de lui, je ne dormais pas
Etendue au pied du chêne gris, je guettais son pas
Et tout un hiver brûlant, notre amour a fait chanter la terre
Comme un recommencement, comme une prière

Il était un homme-neige et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Le printemps sur son manège déroulait pour nous ses arcs-en-ciel
S'il avait voulu partir, je n'aurais même pas su pleurer
J'aurais gardé le sourire qu'il m'avait donné

Quand des hommes sont venus, je n'ai pas compris
Au-devant de moi il a couru, vers le chêne gris
Mais sans qu'il ait rien pu faire, le piège s'était fermé sur lui
Ils ont remercié mon père, puis ils sont partis

Il est retourné au nord, et moi j'étais une enfant-soleil
Il avait ses mains dehors et sur son dos le coton du ciel
Il a partagé le pain, et mon père lui a donné un lit
Ce jour-là me paraît loin, près du chêne gris

Hé, reviens, je suis l'enfant-soleil
Hé, reviens, je suis l'enfant-soleil
Soleil, soleil

Portugal
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki; Chico Buarque; Ruy Guerra
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Oh muse ma complice
Petite sœur d'exil
Tu as les cicatrices
D'un 21 avril

Mais ne sois pas sévère
Pour ceux qui t'ont déçue
De n'avoir rien pu faire
Ou de n'avoir jamais su

A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
A fleuri au Portugal

On crucifie l'Espagne
On torture au Chili
La guerre du Viêt-Nam
Continue dans l'oubli

Aux quatre coins du monde
Des frères ennemis
S'expliquent par les bombes
Par la fureur et le bruit

A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
À fleuri au Portugal

Pour tous les camarades
Pourchassés dans les villes
Enfermés dans les stades
Déportés dans les îles

Oh muse ma compagne
Ne vois-tu rien venir
Je vois comme une flamme
Qui éclaire l'avenir

A ceux qui ne croient plus
Voir s'accomplir leur idéal
Dis leur qu'un œillet rouge
À fleuri au Portugal

Débouche une bouteille
Prends ton accordéon
Que de bouche à oreille
S'envole ta chanson

Car enfin le soleil
Réchauffe les pétales
De mille fleurs vermeilles
En avril au Portugal

Et cette fleur nouvelle
Qui fleurit au Portugal
C'est peut-être la fin
D'un empire colonial

Et cette fleur nouvelle
Qui fleurit au Portugal
C'est peut-être la fin
D'un empire colonial

So How Come (No One Loves Me)
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



They say that everyone 
wants someone
So how come no one 
wants me

Then they say that everyone 
needs someone
So how come no one 
needs me

Well if you wonder 
who the loneliest creatures 
in the world can be
It's the ugly duck 
the little black sheep 
and me

They say that everyone 
loves someone
So how come no one 
loves me

Well if you wonder 
who the loneliest creatures 
in the world can be
It's the ugly duck 
the little black sheep 
and me

They say that everyone 
loves someone
So how come no one 
loves me
So how come no one 
loves me 
So how come no one 
loves me 

Portrait Of My Love
Composer(s): Cyril Ornadel; David West
Performer(s): Steve Lawrence;
and various other artists



There could never be a portrait of my love 
For nobody could paint a dream 
You will never see a portrait of my love 
For miracles are never seen. 

Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa 

It would take I know, a Michelangelo 
And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above 
To try and paint a portrait of my love 

It would take I know, a Michelangelo 
And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love

Dschinghis Khan
Composer(s): Bernd Meinunger - Ralph Siegel
First performance by: Dschinghis Khan - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Sie ritten um die Wette mit dem Steppenwind
tausend Mann
Und einer ritt voran, dem folgten alle blind
Dschinghis Khan
Die Hufe ihrer Pferde, die peitschten den Sand
sie trugen Angst und Schrecken in jedes Land
und weder Blitz noch Donner hielt sie auf

Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Kahn
auf Brüder - sauft Brüder - rauft Brüder, immer wieder
lasst noch Wodka holen - ho, ho, ho
denn wir sind Mongolen - ha, ha, ha
und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug

Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
he Männer - ho Männer - tanzt Männer, so wie immer
und man hört ihn lachen - ho, ho, ho
immer lauter lachen - ha, ha, ha
und er leert den Krug in einem Zug

Und jedes Weib, das ihm gefiel,
das nahm er sich in sein Zelt
Es hieß, die Frau, die ihn nicht liebte
gab es nicht auf der Welt
Er zeugte sieben Kinder in einer Nacht
und über seine Feinde hat er nur gelacht
denn seiner Kraft konnt' keiner widerstehen

Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Kahn
auf Brüder - sauft Brüder - rauft Brüder, immer wieder
lasst noch Wodka holen - ho, ho, ho
denn wir sind Mongolen - ha, ha, ha
und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug

Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
hey Reiter - ho Leute - hey Reiter, immer weiter
Dsching, Dsching, Dschinghis Khan
he Männer - ho Männer - tanzt Männer, so wie immer
und man hört ihn lachen - ho, ho, ho
immer lauter lachen - ha, ha, ha
und er leert den Krug in einem Zug! 

Portrait En Couleurs    
English Title: My Colouring Book
Composer(s): J. Kander; J. Keating;
F. Ebb; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Prenez une feuille de papier blanc
Une palette de couleurs
Amusez-vous maintenant
A faire mon portrait

Pour que mes yeux ressemblent
Aux larmes d'adieu
Prenez du bleu

Et pour mon cœur
Qui n'a plus le goût de la vie
Mettez du gris

Et pour mes nuits mes rêves
Ignore encore comment
Dessine le néant

Pour ce collier qu'il m'a donné
Un jour d'espoir
Prenez du noir

Pour la maison sans âme sans flamme
Où rôdent des ombres, témoins du bonheur
Plus besoin de couleur

Et pour celui
Qui est sorti de mon chemin
Ne mettez rien

So Hard To Give It All Up
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
Performer(s): Hoyt Axton



So hard to give it all up when you have what you want
So hard to realize you've been a fool again
Sometimes when you take what you want you lose what you love
So hard to realize I'm losing you again

Up on the mountain is a motherless son
Sometimes he howls just like a wolf on the run
We're all just children and we're lost in the woods
The woman I love tells me she's misunderstood

And I say so hard to give it all up...

She knew she had me by the look in my eyes
She had the power she could sure hypnotize
I had been living in a fanciful dream
My heart was broken worse than you've ever seen

I say so hard to give it all up...

So hard to give it all up... 

Portofino
Composer(s): Mark Spiro; Jack White
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck;
Glen Agritelley; Tony Fontaine



Long ago I used to know where love was found
A place in the sun
Long before this heart of mine had broken down
You were the one
But now you're a lonely memory
My heartache will never end
Though all of those nights are far away
I wish I were with you again

Portofino I still remember the sun in your hair
Portofino marriage to music that danced in the air
Portofino I want you back in my arms
'Cause every time I close my eyes
I'm holding you in the dark
In Portofino where you broke my heart

I think of your face and still it can take my breath away
After so long
And though I'll be lonely living for only yesterday
I'll get along though now you're a faded memory
My heartache will never end
This unforgotten melody keeps playing over and over again

Portofino I still remember the sun in your hair
Portofino marriage to music that danced in the air
Portofino I want you back in my arms
'Cause every time I close my eyes
I'm holding you in the dark
In Portofino where you broke my heart
In Portofino where you broke my heart

The British Soldier
Composer(s): Harvey Andrews
Performer(s): Harvey Andrews



In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there, if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again

'Come join the British Army' said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army, getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced, a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name, the blind against the blind

The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands, the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear, a screech of brakes, the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there, too many running feet

"Take cover," yelled the soldier, "Take cover for your lives"
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle, God, why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks, how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world, so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake
There was no time to cry or shout, there was no time to moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend

Porterville
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival



It's been an awful long time since I been home
But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone
Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung
I don't care! I don't care!

They came and took my Dad away to serve some time
But it was me that paid the debt he left behind
Folks said I was full of sin, because I was the next of kin
I don't care! I don't care!

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
I don't care! I don't care!

Folks were out one night to put me up a fence
And you can guess that I've been runnin' ever since
Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, and I'll keep on, I tell myself
I don't care! I don't care!

I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!

Ain't no one that's 'bout to help
And I'll keep on, I tell myself
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!

Blue Canadian Rockies
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
First release by: Gene Autry - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists



In the Blue Canadian Rockies
Spring is sighin' through the trees
And the golden poppies are bloomin'
Round the banks of Lake Louise

Across the sea they call me
And I'm lonesome and so blue
For the Blue Canadian Rockies
And the girl I love so true

Spring is sighin' through the trees
Round the banks of Lake Louise

Across the sea they call me
And I'm lonesome and so blue
For the Blue Canadian Rockies
And the girl I love so true

Porta Portese
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Antonio Coggio
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni



È domenica mattina
si è svegliato già il mercato
in licenza son tornato e sono qua
per comprarmi dei blue jeans
al posto di questa divisa
e stasera poi le faccio una sorpresa...

C'è la vecchia che ha sul banco
foto di Papa Giovanni
lei sta qui da quarant'anni o forse più
e i suoi occhi han visto re
scannati ricchi ed impiegati
capelloni ladri artisti e figli di...
- e figli di...

Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?...

Vado avanti a gomitate
tra la gente che si affolla
le patacche che ti ammolla quello là
ci ha di tutto pezzi d'auto
spade antiche quadri falsi
e la foto nuda di Brigitte Bardot...
- Brigitte Bardot...

Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?...

Tutti rotti quei calzoni
si vabbè che è roba usata
ma chissà chi l'ha portata quanto vuoi?
Quella lì non è possibile
che è lei insieme a un altro
non è certo suo fratello quello
e se l'è scelto proprio bello
ci son cascato come un pollo io...

"A ragà...
ma che hai fatto?
Ma 'sti carzoni li vòi o nun li vòi?"
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai tu?

Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai tu?

Porta Portese
Porta Portese
Porta Portese
cosa avrai di più?
"Fiore de sale
l'amore fa penà ma nun se mòre...
d'amore nun se mòre
ma se sta male..."

Golden Memories And Silver Tears
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
Performer(s): Jim Reeves



I dream of a golden moon and silver stars
When first we met and danced to sweet guitars
Music that breaks my heart bringing me dear golden memories and silver tears
Golden memories and silver tears are my lonely heart's suvenirs
All that you've left me are memories dear golden memories and silver tears

And now dear my golden moon pass and turn to blue
And all those silver stars are gone with you
Old memory of love bringing me pain oh how sad to love and love all in vain
Golden memories and silver tears...

Porque Volviste
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez;
and various other artists



Porque volviste a mi
siendo tan grande el mundo
habiendo tantos hombres
porque volviste a mi

Despues de aquel ayer
que tu lo maldeciste
y luego lo destruiste
a que quieres volver

En mi ya no hay amor
en mi alma ya no hay nada
mi vida aventurera
contigo se acabo

Porque volviste a mi
buscando compasion
sabiendo que en la vida
ya estoy entre los brazos
de mi unica ilusion

Porque volviste a mi
siendo tan grande el mundo...
(se repite todo)

The Old Kalahari
Composer(s): Danie Pretorius
Performer(s): Jim Reeves



Ver in die Ou Kalahari
Daar sing die Boere so
Gee ons die Ou Kalahari
Die Ou Kalahari bo

In misty plains all around me
The burning sun and sand
Lovely and peaceful surroundings
My old Kalahari land

Sonbesies sing in jou bosse
Die hittige son te versmaai
Rooi Afrikaner-osse
Sien jy om elke draai

Ver in die Ou Kalahari
Tot daar in die Molopo
Gee ons die Ou Kalahari
Die Ou Kalahari bo

When I am called on safari
By him whom I cannot deny
I pray that the old Kalahari
Will be part of that land in the sky

Porque Negar
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solís;
and various other artists



¿A qué negar que fue la vida la que nuestras almas vino a separar
¿A qué mentir? es imposible que el corazón pueda sin amor vivir
Es natural que mi cariño huérfano de besos busque en donde estar
Es natural, lo pienso así, que al fin y al cabo no hay nada en el mundo que te borre a ti

Tu imagen no se aparta de mi pensamiento
por diferentes rumbos hemos de seguir
Es natural que mi cariño huérfano de besos
busque en donde estar
Es natural, lo pienso así que al fin y al cabo 
no hay nada en el mundo que te borre a ti

Tu imagen no se aparta de mi pensamiento
por diferentes rumbos hemos de seguir
Es natural que mi cariño huérfano de besos
busque en donde estar
Es natural, lo pienso así que al fin y al cabo 
no hay nada en el mundo que te borre a ti