La Bien Paga
Composer(s): Juan Mostazo
Performer(s): Raphael; Bebo & Cigala; Miguel De Molina



Na’ te debo
Na’ te pido
Me voy de tu vera, olvídame ya
Que he pagao con oro tus carnes morenas
No maldigas, paya, que estamos en paz
No te quiero
No me quieras
Si to’ me lo diste, yo na’ te pedí
No me eches en cara que to’ lo perdiste
También a tu vera yo to’ lo perdí
Bien paga’
Si tú eres la bien paga’
Porque tus besos compré
Y a mí te supiste dar
Por un puñao de parne
Bien paga’, bien paga’
Bien paga’ fuiste, mujer
No te engaño
Quiero a otra
No creas por eso que te traicioné
No cayó en mis brazos
Me dio sólo un beso
El único beso que yo no pagué
Na’ te pido
Na’ me llevo
Entre esas paredes dejo sepultas
Penas y alegrías, que te doy y me diste
Y esas joyas que ahora pa' otro lucirás

Don't Treat Me Like A Child 
Composer(s): Mike Hawker - John Schroeder
Performer(s): Helen Shapiro



Well, just because I’m in my teens
And I still go to school
Don’t think that I been childish dreams
I’m nobody’s fool
Don’t mother me, that makes me wild
And please don’t treat me like a child

It’s often said that youngsters
Should be seen and not be heard
But I want you to realise 
That it’s quite absurd
Don’t wanna be so meek and mild
So please don’t treat me like a child

Gonna be my own adviser
‘Cause my mind’s my own
Then I will be much the wiser
My own point of view 
Has got to be known

The best years of my life, I know
Are those when I am young
And since I’m sure that this is so
Gotta have my fun
So if I feel like running wild
Well, please don’t treat me like a child

Gonna be my own adviser
‘Cause my mind’s my own
Then I will be much the wiser
My own point of view 
Has got to be known

The best years of my life, I know
Are those when I am young
And since I’m sure that this is so
Gotta have my fun
So if I feel like running wild
Well, please don’t treat me like a child

Don’t ever treat me like a child

La Bicyclette
Composer(s): Francis Lai - Pierre Barouh
First release by: Yves Montand - 1969



Quand on partait de bon matin
Quand on partait sur les chemins
À bicyclette
Nous étions quelques bons copains
Y avait Fernand y avait Firmin
Y avait Francis et Sébastien
Et puis Paulette

On était tous amoureux d'elle
On se sentait pousser des ailes
À bicyclette
Sur les petits chemins de terre
On a souvent vécu l'enfer
Pour ne pas mettre pied à terre
Devant Paulette

Faut dire qu'elle y mettait du cœur
C'était la fille du facteur
À bicyclette
Et depuis qu'elle avait huit ans
Elle avait fait en le suivant
Tous les chemins environnants
À bicyclette

Quand on approchait la rivière
On déposait dans les fougères
Nos bicyclettes
Puis on se roulait dans les champs
Faisant naître un bouquet changeant
De sauterelles, de papillons
Et de rainettes

Quand le soleil à l'horizon
Profilait sur tous les buissons
Nos silhouettes
On revenait fourbus contents
Le cœur un peu vague pourtant
De n'être pas seul un instant
Avec Paulette

Prendre furtivement sa main
Oublier un peu les copains
La bicyclette
On se disait c'est pour demain
J'oserai, j'oserai demain
Quand on ira sur les chemins
À bicyclette

Don't Throw Your Love Away
((French Version: C'est Arrivé Comme Ça (Michèle Torr) - 1964))
Composer(s): Billy Jackson - Jim Wisner
First release by: The Orlons - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no
Don't throw your love away
For you might need it someday

Don't throw your dreams away, no, no, no, no
Keep them another day
For you might need them someday

Lovers of today just throw their dreams away
And play at love
They give their love away
To anyone who'll say "I love you"

Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no
Don't throw your love away
For you might need it someday

Lovers of today just throw their dreams away
And play at love
They give their love away
To anyone who'll say "I love you"

Go out and have your fun
You better have your fun with anyone
But don't throw your love away

Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no
Don't throw your love away
For you might need it someday

Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no
Don't throw your love away, yeah

La Bête Immonde
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



Elle est vivante, elle a encore
La haine au ventre, la rage au corps
La bête immonde

Qu'elle tourne au loin comme un vautour
Ou Rampe et ronge tout autour
La bête immonde

Depuis le temps qu'elle a fait le trou
De sa tanière grise
Là-bas, ici, partout
Au coeur de chacun de nous
Elle est l'enfant que la bêtise
A conçu avec l'ombre
La bête immonde

Depuis le temps qu'on laisse faire
Tous les suppôts de son enfer
La bête immonde

Qu'elle a vomi des Gestapo
Dans toutes les guerres, tous les ghettos
La bête immonde

Que les salauts dans les salons
Lui trouvent des excuses
Lui trouvent des raisons
Plébiscitées par les cons
Elle est la fille de la rue
Qui naît des décombres
La bête immonde

O pleure, pleure ma mère la terre
Des larmes de siècles et de sang
O pleure, pleure des gouttes d'océan

Sur les chants qui montent des wagons
Les camps, les tortionnaires
Les frères qui clouent leurs frères
Au poteau des religions

O pleure ma mère la terre
Au fond de tes entrailles gronde
La bête immonde

Mais qui va lui planter le pieu dans le coeur?
Qui va l'amputer du goût de l'horreur?

Elle qui étrangle les ethnies
Etrangle les poètes
Etouffe les hommes honnêtes
Au baillon des calomnies
Il lui faut faire sauter la tête
Avec sa propre bombe
La bête immonde

Depuis qu'elle nous pollue l'histoire
A coup de glaive, à coup de gloire
La bête immonde

Que son crachat sur ton drapeau
Dépend de la couleur de peau
La bête immonde

Depuis qu'elle rôde avec sa faux
Emblème de son règne
Depuis qu'elle dit Je t'aime
Aux cagoules, aux échafauds
Il faur cribler de chrysanthèmes
Jusqu'à ce qu'elle succombe
La bête immonde

O pleure, pleure ma mère la terre
Des larmes de siècles et de sang
O pleure, pleure des gouttes d'océan

Sur les bouquins, dans les bûchers
Les cris des ratonnades
Sur les croix des croisades
Et les continents barbelés

O pleure, ma mère la terre
Au fond de tes entrailles gronde
La bête immonde

Mais qui va lui planter le pieu dans le coeur?
Qui va l'amputer du goût de l'horreur?

O pleure, ma mère la terre
Au fond de tes entrailles gronde
La bête immonde

O pleure, ma mère la terre
Au fond de tes entrailles gronde
La bête immonde

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
((Adapted from: Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) (Paul Clayton) - 1960))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton - Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan - 1963
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien (Hugues Aufray)
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Given you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right
So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
An' it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin' down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
So long, honey babe
I'm walking down that long and lonesome road
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

La Berlue
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy 
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy; Etienne Daho



Pour voir
l'intérieur de ma tête
ses eaux-plates, ses tempêtes
et ses idées reçues
pour voir
l'intérieur de mon âme
ses minuscules drames
ses états mal vécus
pour voir
l'intérieur de mon cœur
ses films et ses erreurs
et son peu d'étendue
pour voir
l'intérieur de ma tête
il te faut des lunettes
car tu as la berlue

Don't The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time
Composer(s): Baker Knight
Performer(s): Mickey Gilley; Ralph Emery



The girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
The girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of the back street bars

If I could rate'em on a scale from 1 to 10
I'm lookin' for a 9 but 8 would slip right in
A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4
But when tomorrow morning comes
And I wake up with a number 1
I swear I'll never do it anymore

The girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
The girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of the back street bars

Now, I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
I know Robert Redford, even overhauls
We all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right
Ain't it funny, ain't it strange
The way a man's opinion changes
When he starts to face that lonely night

The girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars
The girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of the back street bars

La Belleza
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute; Miguel Bosé



Enemigo de la guerra
Y su reverso, la medalla
no propuse otra batalla
que librar al corazón
De ponerse cuerpo a tierra
bajo el paso de una historia
Que iba a alzar hasta la gloria
el poder de la razón
Y ahora que ya no hay trincheras
el combate es la escalera
Y el que trepe a lo mas alto
pondrá a salvo su cabeza
Aunque se hunda en el asfalto
la belleza...
Míralos, como reptiles
al acecho de la presa
negociando en cada mesa
maquillajes de ocasión
siguen todos los raíles
Que conduzcan a la cumbre
locos por que nos deslumbre
su parásita ambición
Antes iban de profetas
Y ahora el éxito es su meta
mercaderes, traficantes
mas que nausea dan tristeza
no rozaron ni un instante
la belleza...
Y me hablaron de futuros
fraternales, solidarios
donde todo lo falsario
acabaría en el pilón
Y ahora que se cae el muro
ya no somos tan iguales
tanto vendes, tanto vales
¡viva la revolución!
Reivindico el espejismo
De intentar ser uno mismo
ese viaje hacia la nada
que consiste en la certeza
de encontrar en tu mirada
la belleza...

(Don't That Take The) Rag Off'n The Bush
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Gene De Paul
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; Frank Comstock



Just remember, your Government is spending
one million dollars on one bomb just to blow your
homes off the face of the Earth
So show your 'preciation...
Don't that take the rag off'n the bush?
Don't that take the tassel off'n the corn?
Of all the very ordinary most unloved unneccesary
Places on this earth they settled on your'n
They settled on your'n
As sho' as you're born
They settled on your'n
Don't that take the cake
At the church social bake
Don't that take the huckleberry pie?
Think of all the rest
Thinkin' we is the best,
It clear makes you bust right down and cry
Don't that take the tail off'n the bear?
Don't that take the heffer out of the barn?
Of all the very ordinary, most unloved, unnecessary
Places on this earth, the fav'rite is our'n
The fav'rite is our'n
Not anyplace fur'eign
The fav'rite is our'n!
Dogpatch!
Don't that take the beard off'n a goat?
Don't that take the nap off'n the yarn?
Of all the very ordinary, most unloved, unneccesary
Places on this earth, the fav'rite is our'n
Don't that take the rag off'n the bush?
Don't that take the tassel off'n the corn?
Of all the very ordinary, most unloved, unneccesary
Places on this earth, the fav'rite is our'n... Dog Patch!

La Belle Vie
((English Version: The Good Life (by Tony Bennett) - 1963))
Composer(s): Sacha Distel - Jean Broussolle
First performance/First release by: Sacha Distel - 1963/1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Ô la belle vie
Sans amour
Sans soucis
Sans problème
Hum la belle vie
On est seul
On est libre
Et l'on s'aime
On s'amuse à passer avec tous ses copains
Des nuits blanches
Qui se penchent
Sur les petits matins
Mais la belle vie
Sans amour
Sans soucis
Sans problème

Oui la belle vie
On s'enlace
On est triste
Et l'on traîne
Alors pense que moi je t'aime
Et quand tu auras compris
Réveille-toi
Je serai là
Pour toi

Don't That Beat All
Composer(s): Les Vandyke
Performer(s): Adam Faith



Don't that beat all I ever heard, dear
Don't that beat every single word
You say you've changed your mind
Oh Baby, that's unkind
They say that love is blind
The more I look, the more I find

Don't that beat all I ever saw, dear
Don't that beat all and that's for sure
More fool that other guy
He's gonna get the old go-by
Well, well, don't that beat all

Play the sad, sad, story

You change your lovers fast
So our affair is past
But now the die is cast
And he lasts longest who lasts last

There's one thing more I wanna say, dear
When you come begging back one day
I'll take one look at you
And then I'll tell you what you can do
Well, well, ha-ha
Don't that beat all

The Good Life
((Adapted from: La Belle Vie (by Sacha Distel) - 1963/1964))
Composer(s): Sacha Distel - Jack Reardon
Performer(s): Tony Bennett - 1963
and multiple other artists



Oh, the good life, full of fun
Seems to be the ideal
Yes, the good life let's you hide 
All the sadness you feel

You won't really fall in love
For you can't take the chance
So be honest with yourself
Don't try to fake romance

It's the good life 
To be free and explore the unknown
Like the heartaches 
When you learn you must face them alone

Please remember, I still love you
And in case you don't know
Well, just wake up
Kiss the good life "hel-lo"

Don't Tell Me, Tell Her
Composer(s): Doug James - Sandy Linzer
Performer(s): Odyssey; Phyllis Hyman



Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over
Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over

We never said this love was forever more
But in my heart you came ad I closed the door
And now I see that "Sorry girl" look, look in your eyes
I know she's back in town again
Don't let her back in our lives

Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over (It's over)
Don't tell me, tell her (Better tell her, baby)
It's over, it's over (Better tell her now)
Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, ooh

Whenever you call, ain't I the one
Who always takes the time to be with you, be with you
Whenever you fall {Fall}, ain't I the one
Who's always been right there to pick you up
And turn your gray skies blue

Don't let go (Don't let go of me, baby)
Don't you know (I'd be lost without you)
Turn around (Turn around and come back here)
Please don't say we're through

Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over
Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over

She doesn't really care if you live or die {If you live or die}
She doesn't really care if you say goodbye {If you say goodbye}
There'll never be another like you and me
Now that she's finally seen us {Don't let her come between us}

Don't let go {Don't let go, baby}
Don't you know {You know, baby}
There's no reason for you to go
Everything you need is here

Don't let go {Don't let go, baby}
Don't you know {You know, baby}
Turn around {Don't let go, baby, hey}
{Turn around, baby}

Don't let go (Don't let go of me, baby)
Don't you know (I'd be lost without you)
Turn around (Turn around and come back here)
Please don't say we're through (Ooh...I need you)

Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over (Ooh...baby, I need you)
Don't tell me, tell her
It's over, it's over

She doesn't really care if you live or die
She doesn't really care if you say goodbye, say goodbye
There'll never be another like you and me
Now that she's finally seen us

Don't let go
Don't you know
Turn around
Turn around, turn around, turn around

Don't let go
Don't you know
Turn around
Turn around, turn around, turn around

Don't let go
Don't you know
Turn around
Turn around, turn around, turn around

Don't let go
Don't you know
Turn around
Turn around, turn around, turn around

La Belle Histoire D'amour
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Elaine Paige



Quand un homme vient vers moi
Je vais toujours vers lui
Je vais vers je-ne-sais-quoi
Je marche dans la nuit
Je cherche à t'oublier
Et c'est plus fort que moi 
Je me fais déchirer
Je n'appartiens qu'à toi...

Je n'oublierai jamais
Nous deux, comme on s'aimait
Toutes les nuits, tous les jours
...La belle histoire d'amour...
...La belle histoire d'amour...
Pourquoi m'as-tu laissée?
Je suis seule à pleurer
Toute seule à chercher...
Un jour où j'attendais
J'ai longtemps attendu.
J'espérais... J'espérais...
Tu n'es pas revenu
Je me suis révoltée
Je me suis résignée
J'ai crié, j'ai pleuré
J'ai nié, j'ai prié...

Je n'oublierai jamais
Nous deux, comme on s'aimait
Toutes les nuits, tous les jours
...La belle histoire d'amour...
...La belle histoire d'amour...
Pourquoi m'as-tu laissée?
Je suis seule à pleurer
Toute seule à chercher...

Quand un homme me plaît
J'fais des comparaisons
Je n'arrive jamais
A lui donner raison
C'est ta voix que j'entends
C'est tes yeux que je vois
C'est ta main que j'attends
Je n'appartiens qu'à toi...

Je n'oublierai jamais
Nous deux, comme on s'aimait
Toutes les nuits, tous les jours
...La belle histoire d'amour...
...La belle histoire d'amour...
Pourquoi m'as-tu laissée?
Je suis seule à pleurer
Toute seule à chercher...

J'espère toujours en toi
Je sais que tu viendras
Tu me tendras les bras
Et tu m'emporteras...
Et tu m'emporteras...
Et tu m'emporteras...
Et tu m'emporteras...
Et tu m'emporteras...
Et tu m'emporteras...

Don't Tell Me Your Troubles
Composer(s): Don Gibson
First release by: Don Gibson - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't tell me your troubles
I got troubles of my own
Don't tell me your troubles
Just leave me alone

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own

You say your sweet love's left you
Well what d'you think about me
I got those same old heartaches
The same old misery

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

It happens to the best of us
That's what they always say
So take it boy, like a man
And don't stand in my way-ay-ay-ay

You tell that's she's a no-good
She's as mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face
Any heartbrake fool can see

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

La Belle Et La Bête
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin - J.M. Jarre
Performer(s): Gérard Lenorman



C'est vrai que je suis né d'accouplements immondes
Entre une veuve noire et un crapaud
Toi ta mère est blonde et ton père te couvre de cadeaux
Autre monde autres façons
La belle et la bête c'est un conte de fées
Qui te distrayait quand tu lisais tes illustrés
Moi la bête je pleurais
Moi la bête je souffrais
Toi la belle tu riais, tu riais, tu riais
La démarche d'un ours et la vertu d'un singe
Je n'étais pas un homme ou presque pas
Toute la province pourchassait le terrible animal
Mais tu m'as tendu la main
La belle et la bête on s'était retrouvés
Et plus je saignais, plus je mourrais, plus je vivais
Moi la bête je rêvais
Moi la bête j'espérais
Toi la belle tu soignais, tu calmais, tu aimais
Les abracadabras de la fée Carabosse
Se sont désintégrés devant l'amour
Viens dans mon carrosse
Je t'emmène au grand bal de la cour
Je suis jeune et je suis beau
La belle et la bête il faut les oublier
Morts et enterrés sous la poussière du passé
Moi la bête je suis là
Moi la bête je suis là
Toi la belle tu es là
Tu es là, on est là!

Don't Tell Me (What Love Can Do)
Composer(s): Michael Anthony - Sammy Hagar - Eddie Van Halen - Alex Van Halen
Performer(s): Van Halen



It's ok, I'll do what I want
if I choose, I can take the fall
there's a choice
it's my destiny
in my hands
yeah it's up to me
I can drive
I can shoot a gun in the streets
score me some heroin
I can jump
be the sacrifice
bear my cross just like Jesus Christ
and I don't wanna hear what love can do
no, I ain't gonna tell ya what's right for you
is it right to take the easy way
close your eyes
get on your knees and pray
now you're saved by a higher voice
givin' up, givin' up, givin' up your choice
if I'm wrong then I'll pay for it
if I'm right, yeah you're gonna hear about it
but I've tried, yeah I've tried for it
I tried, I tried, 'til I'm satisfied
and I...
I'm tired of hearing what love can do
and I...
ain't gonna tell you what's right for you
I've seen the damage done
down with the shotgun
don't stop the setting sun on my kingdom come
ohhhh...
is it right to take the easy way
I don't know
I get on your knees and pray
now I'm saved by a higher voice
givin' up, givin' up, givin' up my choice
if I'm wrong then I'll pay for it
if I'm right, yeah you're gonna deal with it
'cause I've tried, yeah I tried for it
I tried, I tried, even die for it
no I...
don't wanna hear what love can do
no I...
I can't tell you what's right for you
oh I... I... I...
tell you what love can do
no I... I... I...
can't say but your time is through
I've seen the damage done
oh Lord, I've heard the shotgun
I fought the setting sun on my kingdom come
ohhh...
don't tell me what love can do
hey, hey, hey
don't tell me what love can do
hey, hey, hey 

La Belle Est Arrivée
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Pour que la belle arrive
Il faut avoir gagné
Dans un excès de confiance
Avoir perdu après
Adieu le téléphone
Les rendez-vous plombés
Adieu toutes les autres 
La belle est arrivée

Adieu la vie des hommes
Les Saints du calendrier
Pour le temps qui me reste
La belle est arrivée...

Pour que la belle arrive
Il faut avoir perdu
Dans un dernier coup de reins
Avoir gagné après
Il va falloir se battre
Il va falloir gagner
Adieu toutes les autres
La belle est arrivée

Don't Telephone, Don't Telegraph, Tell A Woman
Composer(s): Al Stewart - Tex Williams
Performer(s): Tex Williams



If you want to spread the news
There are lots of ways to use
But the ordinary ways are much too slow

There is just one thing to do
Here is my advice to you
Confidensh'ly it's the fastest way I know

Don't telephone don't telegraph
Tell a woman and the news will get around

Don't telephone don't telegraph
Tell a woman and she'll tell the whole darn town

All my life I didn't think it was wrong
To take a drink
'Till one day my gal found out and I was sunk

Seems a woman spread the word
And the next things that I heard
They were sayin' I was in the gutter drunk

Don't telephone don't telegraph
Tell a woman if you want to advertize

Don't telephone don't telegraph
Tell a woman and she'll build it up with lies