Vrijdag 30 mei 1969
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Vrijdag 30 mei 1969
3 Legs
3 Legs
Performer(s): Paul McCartney
Well, when I walk, when I walk
Walk my horse upon a hill
Well, when I walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk my horse upon a hill
When I lay me down
Will my lover love me still?
A dog is here
A dog is there
My dog he got three legs
But he can't run
Well, when I thought, well, I thought
When I thought you was my friend
When I thought, well, I thought
When I thought you was my friend
But you let me down, ho
Put my heart around the bend
A fly flies in
A fly flies out
Most flies they got three legs
But mine got one
Well, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly
When I fly above the clouds
Oh, when I fly, when I fly, when I fly
When I fly above the clouds
You can knock me down, with a feather, yes, you could
But you know it's not allowed
A dog is here
A dog is there
My dog he got three legs
But he can't run
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none, uh, uh, uh
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none
Donderdag 29 mei 1969
3/4 Time
3/4 Time
Composer(s): Tony Joe White
Performer(s): Ray Charles
I like enchilados and old El Dorados that shine
And old friend the guitar and songs and women and wine
They say that I'm livin too fast but I'm feelin fine (yeah)
And I just keep easin along in 3/4 time
Sometimes I get sideways and stay up all night writin songs
They say it ain't healthy but somehow I keep goin on (I do)
I write what I feel and don't care if the damn thing don't rhyme (no)
Just gimme a C chord and play it in 3/4 time (got it)
Chorus:
It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives
And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
So while I'm still kickin I'm gonna keep pickin my tunes
I like what I'm doin and I hope it don't end too soon
Cause all a my life there's one thing I keep hopin to find (yes)
A woman who likes to make love in 3/4 time (be nice ya know)
Chorus:
It's a big old world and we all have to live out our lives
And one thing's for sure ain't none of gonna get out alive (uhuh, sorry)
Woensdag 28 mei 1969
Margot Coeur Gros
Margot Coeur Gros
Composer(s): Michèle Vendôme; Florence Véran
Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Pour faire pleurer Margot
Margot-cœur-tendre, Margot-cœur-gros
Il suffit d'un refrain
Air de guitare, pleurs d'arlequin
L'enfant du Paradis
Vient là pour oublier sa vie
Plus c'est triste, plus c'est beau
Et plus elle rêve, Margot cœur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot
Margot-chagrin, Margot-sanglot
Il lui faut des regrets
De belles amours contrariées
L'enfant du Paradis
Veut voir Colombine en folie
Et voir l'ami Pierrot
Pleurer avec Margot cœur gros
Pour faire pleurer Margot
Margot-soupir, Margot-mélo
Dans ma vie je n'ai rien
Qu'un grand amour qui finit bien
L'enfant du Paradis
S'ennuie quand les amants sourient
Tant pis pour le mélo
Je t'aime...
Tu m'aimes...
Salut, Margot!
La-la-la...
Woensdag 28 mei 1969
3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds
3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds
Composer(s): Marty Balin
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane
Do away with people blowin' my mind
Do away with people wastin' my precious time
Take me to a simple place
Where I can easily see my face
Maybe baby, I'll see that you were kind
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with people laughin' at my hair
Do away with people frownin' on my precious cares
Take me to a circus tent
Where I can easily pay my rent
And all the other freaks will share my cares
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with things that come on obscene
Like hot rods, pre-cleaned real fine nicotine
Sometimes the price is 65 dollars
Prices like that make a grown man holler
'Specially when it's sold by a kid who's only 15
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Dinsdag 27 mei 1969
Margootje
Margootje
Performer(s): Wim Sonneveld
Ik zat aan het ontbijt een beschuitje te soppen
Toen zag ik opeens een klein autootje stoppen
Het was een Peugeootje, zo groot, nee, iets groter
Het stond naast mijn theekopje, vlak bij de boter
En ja hoor, daar ging het portiertje al open
En kwam een klein vrouwtje naar buiten gekropen
Heel blond in bikini, een beeldig figuurtje
Ze stond op m'n bord en ze vroeg om een vuurtje
Ze zei: "Ik heet Margootje"
En ik zei: "Hallo"
Ze zei: "Nou daar ben ik dan, he"
En ik zei: "Oh"
Ik vroeg haar, uit wat voor een plaatsje ze kwam
Ze zei: "Nou, wat dacht je, uit Madurodam"
Margootje, Margootje, ze klom op mijn broodje
Ze trok aan mijn haar, ze zat op mijn mouw
M'n kleine vriendinnetje, zo'n neussie, zo'n kinnetje
Ze riep in m;n oor, o ik hou zo van jou
Margootje, Margootje, in zo'n klein Peugeootje
Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ze was wel erg lief, maar ze werd te aanhalig
Ze wou mee in bad en dat vond ik schandalig
Toen heb ik haar weggebracht in haar Peugeootje
Naar Madurodam en ik zei: "Dag Margootje"
Ik zette haar neer bij het AVRO-gebouwtje
Ik zei: "Nou naar huis en wees een zoet vrouwtje"
Maar 's avonds deed ik de broodtrommel open
Daar zat ze weer achter de koek weggekropen
O, had ik haar toen maar de deur uitgezet
Ze wou in m'n bad en ze wou in m'n bed
Zij werd erg ondeugend en ik schreeuwde kwaad
"Jij Christine Keeler in pocketformaat"
Margootje, Margootje, in een klein pettycoatje
Ze zwom in m'n bad en ze zat op de Vim
Ze kroop in een laatje met zo'n klein behaatje
Ze kroop in m'n binnenzak en fluisterde "Wim"
Margootje, Margootje, kleine idiootje
Margootje, Margootje uit Madurodam
Ik zei dat ik zoiets beslist niet meer wilde
Ze beet in m'n teen en krijste en gilde
En toen is ze weggegaan, boos en beledigd
En daarmede was de affaire erledigt
Maar het laatste nieuws dat ik van haar vernam
Ze zit nu in de Begijnhof van Madurodam
Ze draagt een zedig wit kapje, zo'n kleintje
Ze is nu een kuis en een deugdzaam begijntje
Maar soms kijk ik nog wel eens achter een vaas
Ik kijk in het trommeltje met speculaas
Ik kijk of ze soms in m'n zeepbakje is
Omdat ik haar toch wel een klein beetje mis
Margootje, Margootje, ik riep je, ik floot je
Ik zoek onder 't kussen, ik kijk in m'n hoed
Ik zoek in de laatjes, in hoekjes en gaatjes
Nou ben je verdwenen voor altijd, voorgoed
Margootje, Margootje
begijntje, Bardootje
Margootje, Margootje
Uit Madurodam
Dinsdag 27 mei 1969
3:10 To Yuma
3:10 To Yuma
Composer(s): Ned Washington; George Duning
Performer(s): Sandy Denny & Johnny Silvo
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
I'll get my ticket now for my last time
They say the life of man is made up of four seasons
And springtime finds him young and planting his grain
And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason
And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain
The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden
He has been humbled now, walking into the rain
But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma
Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
I'll get my ticket now for my last time
Maandag 26 mei 1969
Margie
Margie
Composer(s): Con Conrad; J. Russel Robinson; Benny Davis
Performer(s): Original Dixieland Jazz Band
You can talk about your love affairs
Here's one I must tell to you
All night long they sit upon the stairs
He holds her close and starts to coo
My litle Margie
I'm always thinking of you
Margie, I'll tell the world I love you
Don't forget your promise to me
I have bought a home and ring and ev'ry thing
for Margie you've been my inspiration
Days are never blue
After all is said and done
There is really only one Oh!
Margie, Margie, it's you
You can picture me most ev'ry night
I can't wait until they start
Ev'ry thing he says just seems all right
I want to learn that stuff by heart
My litle Margie
I'm always thinking of you
Margie, I'll tell the world I love you
Don't forget your promise to me
I have bought a home and ring and ev'ry thing
for Margie you've been my inspiration
Maandag 26 mei 1969
30 Days In The Hole
30 Days In The Hole
Composer(s): Marriott
Performer(s): Humble Pie
Roll my tape
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thirty days...
Anyone doin' that one?
I'm doin' that one
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
all right all right all right all right, yeah
Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know
Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
It's gonna lessen your load
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you now
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
All right, all right
30 days in the hole
What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
30 days, 30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Zondag 25 mei 1969
Margherita (Italian Version)
Margherita
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti
Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante
Covered by various other artists
Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani
tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani
e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare
farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare
Perché questa lunga notte, non sia nera più del nero
fatti grande dolce luna e riempi il cielo intero
e perché quel suo sorriso possa ritornare ancora
splendi sole domattina come non hai fatto ancora
E per poi farle cantare, le canzoni che ha imparato
io le costruirò un silenzio che nessuno ha mai sentito
sveglierò tutti gli amanti, parlerò per ore ed ore
abbracciamoci più forte, perché lei vuole l'amore
Poi corriamo per le strade e mettiamoci a ballare
perché lei vuole la gioia, perché lei odia il rancore
e poi coi secchi di vernice coloriamo tutti i muri
case, vicoli e palazzi, perché lei ama i colori
raccogliamo tutti i fiori, che può darci primavera
costruiamole una culla, per amarci quando è sera
poi saliamo su nel cielo, e prendiamole una stella
perché Margherita è buona, perché Margherita è bella
Perché Margherita è dolce, perché Margherita è vera
perché Margherita ama, e lo fa una notte intera
perché Margherita è un sogno, perché Margherita è il sale
perché Margherita è il vento e non sa che può far male
perché Margherita è tutto, ed è lei la mia pazzia
Margherita, Margherita...Margherita...adesso è mia...
Zondag 25 mei 1969
30 Days Out
30 Days Out
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
We fell in love and I made you the world
I spent all my time tryin' to satisfy you, girl
Just one thing that I can't figure out
Closer I get, farther baby I am out
30 days, 30 days out
Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
The roof was leakin' honey where we live
And I'm wonderin' what's that something that you won't give
I started loving you but I gotta stop
You got me mostly waitin' for that other shoe to drop
30 days, 30 days out
You keep me six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Tried to talk about what's goin' on
You just smile and tell me "Baby there ain't nothin' wrong"
In your smile there's a sign in red
It said "Thousand miles of hard road dead ahead"
30 days, 30 days out
Yeah I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
30 days, 30 days out
Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Zaterdag 24 mei 1969
Margherita (Dutch Version)
Margherita
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti;
L. Driessen; H. Kooreneef
Performer(s): Marco Borsato
(Originally performed by: Riccardo Cocciante)
In de verte spreekt een stem
Die ik herken van onze ruzies
Over kleine misverstanden
Over grote desillusies
En ik hoor de kille klanken
Van jouw ingehouden woede
Maar wat kan ik meer dan janken
Als ik dit niet kon vermoeden
In een waas hoor ik je zeggen
Dat je alles op wilt geven
Dat je alles met je meeneemt
Wat me lief is in dit leven
En ik luister hoe jouw woorden
Langzaam opgaan in de zinnen
Die me treffen als een bliksem
Met vernietigende kracht
Deze kilte maakt me gek
En dit gevoel is angstaanjagend
Maar je woorden malen verder
En m`n ogen kijken vragend
Waarom zei je mij niet eerder
Dat je zo van me vervreemd was
Waarom sprak je over liefde
Als je nooit van mij gehouden hebt
Ik verlies het van de wanhoop
En ik voel m`n tranen branden
En ik zou niets liever willen
Dan m`n hoofd weer in jouw handen
Maar wat tot een uur geleden
Nog zo veilig heeft geleken
Is `n hele grote leugen
En `n kaartenhuis gebleken
Het is net of iemand anders
In jouw lichaam is gekropen
En ik heb niet eens gemerkt
Dat ie naar binnen is geslopen
Om jouw liefde uit te wissen
En m`n wereld te vernielen
Wil er niemand me vertellen
Dat ik alles heb gedroomd
Zaterdag 24 mei 1969
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas
He was a young driver
just out on his second job
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John)
He passed a sign that he should have seen
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end
He started down the two mile drop
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot
Just a few more miles to go
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down
But the pedal floored easy without a sound
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars
clipped off thirteen telephone poles
hit two houses, bruised eight trees
and Blue-Crossed seven people
it was then he lost his head
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas
You know the man who told me about it on the bus
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas
Of bananas, bananas, just bananas
Thirty thousand pounds of Bananas, not no driver now, just bananas!"
Vrijdag 23 mei 1969
Margaritaville
Margaritaville
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know
It's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heal had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know
It's my own damned fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know
It's my owned damned fault
Vrijdag 23 mei 1969
30th Century Man
30th Century Man
Composer(s): Scott Walker
Performer(s): Scott Walker
See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together
Here's the answer, here's the key
You can freeze
Like a 30th century man
Like a 30th century man
Play it cool
Like a 30th century man
Like a 30th century man
I'll save my breath and take it with me
'Til a hundred years or so
Shame you won't be there to see me
Shaking hands with Charles DeGaulle
Play it cool and surrender up all you can
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze like a 30th century man
Be a 30th century man
High, high
Be a 30th century man
Play it cool
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze
Be a 30th century man
Play it cool
Be a 30th century man
???
See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together
Here's the answer, here's the key
You can freeze like a 30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You play it cool
And surrender off all you can
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze like a 30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You play it cool like a 30th century man
Be a 30th century man
You can freeze
And surrender off all you can
Be a 30th century man
Donderdag 22 mei 1969
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...)
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...)
Composer(s): Lou Bega; Pérez Prado; Zippy
Performer(s): Lou Bega
Ladies and gentlemen
This is Mambo No.5
One, two, three, four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on
Let’s ride to the liqueur-store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don’t wanna
Beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep
Because talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know
They are getting sweeter
So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord
To me flirting it’s just like sport, anything fly
It’s all good let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
Refrain:
A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man
Mambo No.5
Jump up and down go and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hand on the ground
Take one step left
And one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hands once
And clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this
Then you are doing it right
Refrain Trumpet
The trumpet
Mambo No.5
Refrain
I do all
To fall in love with a girl like you
You can’t run and you can’t hide
You and me gonna touch the sky
Refrain
Donderdag 22 mei 1969
32-20 Blues
32-20 Blues
Composer(s): Skip James
Performer(s): Robert Johnson
If I send for my baby, and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do
And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do
Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man have come
Aha, baby, where you stayed last night
Aha, baby, where you stayed last night
You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright
A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest
A-ho boy, I just can't take my rest
With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
Woensdag 21 mei 1969
Marcie
Marcie
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
Marcie in a coat of
flowers
Steps inside a
candy store
Reds are sweet and
greens are sour
Still no letter at
her door
So she'll wash her
flower curtains
Hang them in the
wind to dry
Dust her tables
with his shirt and
Wave another day
goodbye
Marcie's faucet
needs a plumber
Marcie's sorrow
needs a man
Red is autumn green
is summer
Greens are turning
and the sand
All along the ocean
beaches
Stares up empty at
the sky
Marcie buys a bag
of peaches
Stops a postman
passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the
sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river
there's no one to take her
To the sea
Marcie dresses warm
its snowing
Takes a yellow cab
uptown
Red is stop and
green's for going
Sees a show and
rides back down
Down along the
Hudson River
Past the shipyards
in the cold
Still no letter's
been delivered
Still the winter
days unfold
Like magazines
Fading in dusty
grey attics and cellars
Make a dream
Dream back to
summer and hear how
he tells her
Wait for me
Marcie leaves and
doesn't tell us
Where or why she
moved away
Red is angry green
is jealous
That was all she
had to say
Someone thought
they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in
the rain
Someone heard she
bought a one-way ticket
And went west again
Woensdag 21 mei 1969
33 Anni
33 Anni
Spanish Title: 33 Años
Composer(s): Julio Iglesias; G. Belfiore
Performer(s): Julio Iglesias
Fra una partenza e un arrivo
con gioia e malinconia
sempre aspettando per l'alba
la vita scivola via
Chi non ricorda l'età
dei troppo facili amori?
Aspetta un figlio chissà
Nascono i primi timori
E gli anni non passano mai
quasi un ciclista in salita
bruciando il meglio che hai
poi la discesa più ardita
Trentatre anni...
Poco più son mezza vita
Trentatre anni
ma io a te non ti ho capita
Trentatre anni...
Tutto do se poso dare
Trentatre anni...
Ora io so anche amare
A capofitto vai giù
non serve più pedalare
Un anno vale di più
indietro chi può tornare!
Ora la regola da
presente contro passato
e è che l'amore ha una età...
L'amore ha il tempo contato
Trentatre anni...
Poco più son mezza vita
Trentatre anni
ma io a te non ti ho capita
Trentatre anni...
Tutto do se poso dare
Trentatre anni...
Ora io so anche amare!
Dinsdag 20 mei 1969
Marchand De Fruits
