Lyrics to song sung in Amona  "Lo Yassam VeLo Sussim" לא יס"מ ולא סוסים?
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i never heard of that one before.. but check this site out\nhttp://www.hebrewsongs.com/
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Rabbi Ben Ezra\n\nGrow old along with me! \nThe best is yet to be, \nThe last of life, for which the first was made: \nOur times are in his hand \nWho saith, ``A whole I planned, \nYouth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'' \n\nNot that, amassing flowers, \nYouth sighed, ``Which rose make ours, \nWhich lily leave and then as best recall?'' \nNot that, admiring stars, \nIt yearned, ``Nor Jove, nor Mars; \nMine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!'' \n\nNot for such hopes and fears \nAnnulling youth's brief years, \nDo I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! \nRather I prize the doubt \nLow kinds exist without, \nFinished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. \n\nPoor vaunt of life indeed, \nWere man but formed to feed \nOn joy, to solely seek and find and feast; \nSuch feasting ended, then \nAs sure an end to men; \nIrks care the crop full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast? \n\nRejoice we are allied \nTo that which doth provide \nAnd not partake, effect and not receive! \nA spark disturbs our clod; \nNearer we hold of God \nWho gives, then of his tribes that take, I must believe. \n\nThen, welcome each rebuff \nThat turns earth's smoothness rough, \nEach sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! \nBe our joys three-parts pain! \nStrive,and hold cheap the strain; \nLearn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! \n\nFor thence,--a paradox \nWhich comforts while it mocks,-- \nShall life succeed in that it seems to fail: \nWhat I aspired to be, \nAnd was not, comforts me: \nA brute I might have been, but would not sink i'the scale. \n\nWhat is he but a brute \nWhose flesh has soul to suit, \nWhose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? \nTo man, propose this test-- \nThy body at its best, \nHow far can that project thy soul on its lone way? \n\nYet gifts should prove their use: \nI own the Past profuse \nOf power each side, a perfection every turn: \nEyes, ears took in their dole, \nBrain treasured up the whole; \nShould not the heart beat once ``How good to live and learn''? \n\nNot once beat ``Praise be thine! \nI see the whole design, \nI, who saw power, see now Love perfect too: \nPerfect I call thy plan: \nThanks that I was a man! \nMaker, remake, complete,--I trust what thou shalt do!'' \n\nFor pleasant is this flesh; \nOur soul, in its rose-mesh \nPulled over to the earth, still yearns for rest: \nWould we some prize might hold \nTo match those manifold \nPossessions of the brute,--gain most, as we did best! \n\nLet us not always say, \n``Spite of this flesh to-day \nI strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!'' \nAs the bird wings and sings, \nLet us cry, ``All good things \nAre ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!'' \n\nTherefore I summon age \nTo grant youth's heritage, \nLife's struggle having so far reached its term: \nThence shall I pass, approved \nA man, for aye removed \nFrom the developed brute; a God though in the germ. \n\nAnd I shall thereupon \nTake rest, ere I be gone \nOnce more on my adventure brave and new: \nFearless and unperplexed, \nWhen I wage battle next, \nWhat weapons to select, what armor to indue. \n\nYouth ended, I shall try \nMy gain or loss thereby; \nLeave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: \nAnd I shall weigh the same, \nGive life its praise or blame: \nYoung, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old. \n\nFor note, when evening shuts, \nA certain moment cuts \nThe deed off, calls the glory from the gray: \nA whisper from the west \nShoots--``Add this to the rest, \nTake it and try its worth: here dies another day.'' \n\nSo, still within this life, \nThough lifted o'er its strife, \nLet me discern, compare, pronounce at last, \n``This rage was right i' the main, \nThat acquiescence vain: \nThe Future I may face now I have proved the Past.'' \n\nFor more is not reserved \nTo man, with soul just nerved
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Libi Shayach Leyeshu Hamashiach\nליבי שייך לישו המשיח
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I  miss  you  baby.\nAnd  I  can  not  wait  to  see  you.\n\nAni  mitga’age’at  elecha  motek.\nVe’ani  cvar  lo  yecholah  lechacot  lirot  otach.\n\nI = ani (a-nee)\nmiss = mitga’age’at (meet-ga-a-gay-at)\nyou = elecha (e-lay-CHa)\nbaby = motek (moe-tek)\n\nAnd = ve (vey)\nI = ani (a-nee)\nalready = cvar (cvar) like tsar\nno = lo (low)\nable = yecholah (yeh-CHo-lah)\nto wait = lechacot (lay-CHa-coat)\nto see = lirot (leer-oat)\nyou = otcha (oat-CHa)\n\nCHa is a guttural ‘Ha!’ sound\nCHo is a guttural ‘Ho!’ sound\nMotek comes from the word sugar/sweet Matok and is the preferred term of endearment
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try www.israel-music.com or www.mostlymusic.com or www.jewishbroadcast.com
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Song: The Lebanon\nArtist: Human League\nAlbum: Hysteria\n\nLyrics:\n\nShe dreams of nineteen sixty-nine\nBefore the soldiers came\nThe life was cheap on bread and wine\nAnd sharing meant no shame\nShe is awakened by the screams\nOf rockets flying from nearby\nAnd scared she clings onto her dreams\nTo beat the fear that she might die\n\nAnd who will have won\nWhen the soldiers have gone\nFrom the Lebanon\nThe Lebanon\n\nBefore he leaves the camp he stops\nHe scans the world outside\nAnd where there used to be some shops\nIs where the snipers sometimes hide\nHe left his home the week before\nHe thought he'd be like the police\nBut now he finds he is at war\n"Weren't we supposed to keep the peace"\n\nAnd who will have won\nWhen the soldiers have gone\nFrom the Lebanon\nThe Lebanon\nThe Lebanon\nFrom the Lebanon\n\nI must be dreaming\nIt can't be true\nI must be dreaming\nIt can't be true\n\nAnd who will have won\nWhen the soldiers have gone?\nFrom the Lebanon\nThe Lebanon\nThe Lebanon\nFrom the Lebanon\n\n:Enjoy!
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Yeh Man Gaye Kyun  (Start Of Something New )\n\n\nRaha main khudi mein ,\nKabhi socha na tha ,\nKi aisa aayega pal ,\nJaisa aaya na tha\n\nGabriella: Na mujhko pata tha\nNa khabar yeh thi\nKi aisa gaayega dil (ooh)\nTha na yeh mujhipar yaakin…\n\nSuno , sunaaye gaaye\nKyun badla hai\nHar pal suno\n\nHai kuch naya sa\nSaaz Man Gaaye Kyun\nKi Dil ko dil behlaaye kyun (ooh)\nBataao zara aankhon se\nKi hum dono ka……\nYeh Man Gaye Kyun\n\nHa.. Kisne socha tha yeh\nKe..yeh raat jo hai aayi ho…\nJo khushi dil ne paayi\nPaayi , paayi\nRoshni hai chaayi,hai chaayi\n\nChorus\n\nKuch to hua hai yeh jaane huye na kabhi bhi\nKuch ho gaya hai magar mujhko pata hi nahi\nHai naya sa…\n\nChorus\n\nKaisa yun dekho aaj man gaye kyun\nChorus   yeh\nMan Gaye Kyun (2)\n\nChoo Le Ambar Hi (Breaking free )\n\n\n\nHai udti,gaati\nRaahen jawaan ab  to hai mushkil\nKuch bhi nahin\nAa ud jaaye\nChoo le ambar hi (2)\n\nHumko mila wahin jo\nis dil mein tha aur wahin\nto humne kiya\nKeh raha that dil jo\nWoh humne suna\nDil ne jo kaha hume\nHume to yakin\n\nChoo le ambar Hi\nUdti, Gaati\nRaahen ….\n……nahin\nAa….\n…hi (2)\n\nDekha tujhe lage ke tu  nache dil\nJaise nachunga kais a aur\nKehte hawaayein behti\nAa tu mujhme kho\nAa mujhme kho\nNa jhuke,ruke na ab\nDekhle sabhi\n\nChorus\n\nSaari …\nFizaayon mein\nTu hai tu hi hai tu\nmain bhi hoon main bhi wahin\nAa ud jaaye,choo le   ambar hi (2)\n\nKhona jo khona hai\nPaana jo paana hai\nMil Jaaye jo bhi hai woh kaafi\nAaja to, tu hai jo\nUd jaaye, milke jo\nChoo le hum Chaahe bhi\nUdti ,gaati\nRaahen….\nhum ud jaaye\nChoo…Hi\nAmbar Hi\n\nSaari …\nTu hai tu hi tu\nMain bhi hoon main bhi wahin\nWahin aa ud jaaye (2)\nChoo le ambar hi\n\nHumko mila wahin jo\nIs dil mein tha wahin to humne kiya………….
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Era un aire suave de pausados giros;\nel hada Harmonía, ritmaba sus vuelos,\ne iban frases vagas y tenues suspiros\nentre los sollozos y los violoncelos.\n\nSobre la terraza, junto a los ramajes,\ndiríase un trémolo de liras eolias,\ncuando acariciaban los sedosos trajes\nsobre el talle erguidas, las blancas magnolias.\n\nLa marquesa Eulalia, risas y desvíos\ndaba a un tiempo mismo para dos rivales:\nel vizconde rubio de los desafíos\ny el abate joven de los madrigales.\n\nCerca, coronado por hojas de viña,\nreía en su máscara Término barbudo,\ny como un efebo que fuese una niña\nmostraba una Diana su mármol desnudo.\n\nY bajo un boscaje del amor palestra,\nsobre un rico zócalo al modo de Jonia,\ncon un candelabro prendido en la diestra\nvolaba el Mercurio de Juan de Bolonia.\n\nLa orquesta perlaba sus mágicas notas;\nun coro de sones alados se oía;\ngalantes pavanas, fugaces gavotas,\ncantaban los dulces violines de Hungría.\n\nAl oír las quejas de sus caballeros,\nríe, ríe, ríe la divina Eulalia,\npues son su tesoro las flechas de Eros,\nel cinto de Cipria, la rueca de Onfalia.\n\n¡Ay de quien sus mieles y frases recoja!\n¡Ay de quien del canto de su amor se fíe!\nCon sus ojos lindos y su boca roja,\nla divina Eulalia, ríe, ríe, ríe.\n\nTiene azules ojos, es maligna y bella;\ncuando mira, vierte viva luz extraña;\nse asoma a sus húmedas pupilas de estrella\nel alma del rubio cristal de Champaña.\n\nEs noche de fiesta y el baile de trajes\nostenta su gloria de triunfos mundanos.\nLa divina Eulalia, vestida de encaje,\nuna flor destroza con sus blancas manos.\n\nEl teclado armónico de su risa fina\na la alegre música de un pájaro iguala.\nCon los staccati de una bailarina\nv las locas fugas de una colegiala.\n\n¡Amoroso pájaro que trinos exhala\nbajo el ala a veces ocultando el pico.\nque desdenes rudos lanza bajo el ala,\nbajo el ala aleve del leve abanico!\n\nCuando a media noche sus notas arranque\ny en arpegios áureos gima Filomela,\ny el ebúrneo cisne, sobre el quieto estanque,\ncomo blanca góndola imprima su estela,\n\nla marquesa alegre llegará al boscaje,\nboscaje que cubre la amable glorieta\ndonde han de estrecharla los brazos de un paje\nque siendo su paje será su poeta.\n\nAl compás de un canto de artista de Italia\nque en la brisa errante la orquesta deslíe,\njunto a los rivales, la divina Eulalia,\nla divina Eulalia, ríe, ríe, ríe.\n\n¿ Fue acaso en el tiempo del rey Luis de Francia,\nsol con corte de astros en campos de azur,\ncuando los alcázares llenó de fragancia\nla regia y pomposa rosa Pompadour?\n\n¿Fue cuando la bella su falda cogía,\ncon dedos de ninfa, bailando el minué,\ny de los compases el ritmo seguía,\nsobre el tacón rojo lindo y leve el pie?\n\n¿O cuando pastoras de floridos valles\nornaban con cintas sus albos corderos\ny oían, divinas Tirsis de Versalles,\nlas declaraciones de sus caballeros?\n\n¿Fue en ese buen tiempo de duques pastores,\nde amantes princesas y tiernos galanes,\ncuando entre sonrisas y perlas y flores\niban las casacas de los chambelanes?\n\n¿Fué acaso en el norte o en el mediodía?\nYo el tiempo y el día y el país ignoro;\npero sé que Eulalia ríe todavía\n¡y es cruel y eterna su risa de oro!\n\nRubén Darío
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Sachten!  Taaseh od "she'elot" ka'ele...\n\n"?אז, מה שלומך"
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Wisin y Yandel Rakata.\nhttp://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wisinandyandel/rakata.html\ni think that is the one you are looking for.
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you can go here http://www.lyricsbox.com/baby-rasta-lyrics-hay-de-mi-6pf9tqn.html
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try going on to http://www.lyricsondemand.com/p/p10/html
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i got the translation..but no English Version\n\nI don't need anything else, now, that\ni am lit by your immense love, inside and outside of me.\nBelive me this time,\nbelive me because\nbelive me and you'll see.\nIt'll never have ending.\n\nI've got a desire writen so high,\nthat flies now,\nMy thoughts don't depend on my body.\nBelive me this time\nBelieve me because\nI would harm myself now\nI know it.\n\nThere's a wide space between you and I,\nan open wide sky that now,\nlock we both up\nso, we both know what is necesity.\n\nLive me without fears now,\nWhether it were a whole life or it were an hour.\nDon't leave me here naked\nMy new space that now is yours.\nI beg you.\nLive me without shame\nalthough all the world is against to us.\nLeave all appearance, and make it sense.\nand feel all what i have into me.\n\nAnd you change into a painting\ninside me.\nThat discover mi tired and white walls.\nBelieve me this time\nbelieve me because,\nI would harm myself on and on.\n\nYes, come into my reality,\ntoday i have something else\nthat I never did yesterday.\nYou need live me little more.\n\nLive me without fears now,\nWhether it were a whole life or it were an hour.\nDon't leave me here naked\nMy new space that now is yours.\nI beg you.\nLive me without shame\nalthough all the world is against to us.\nLeave all appearance, and make it sense.\nand feel all what I have into me.\n\nYou have opened in me the fantasy\ndays with unlimited happiness wait for me.\nMy life\nis your script.\nYou focus me, you lead me,\nyou give me my own ideas.\n\nLive me without fears now,\nalthough all the world is against to us.\nLeave all appearance, and make it sense.\nand feel all what i have into me.
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Lietuva, Tevyne musu, Tu didvyriu zeme!\nIs praeities tavo sunus te stiprybe semia.\nTegul tavo vaikai eina vien takais dorybes,\nTegul dirba tavo naudai ir zmoniu gerybei.\n\nTegul saule Lietuvos tamsumas prasalina,\nir sviesa, ir tiesa mus zingsnius telydi\nTegul meile lietuvos dega musu sirdyse\nVardan tos Lietuvos vienybe tezydi\n\nBy the way, its our national song. i should know. im lithuanian:)
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Paloma Sin Nido\nmi vida fuimos a volar\ncon un solo paracaídas\nuno sólo va aquedar\nvolando a la deriva\nvivir así no es vivír\nesperando y esperando\nporque vivir es jugar\ny yo quiero seguir jugando\nle dije a mi corazón\nsin gloria pero sin pena\nno cometas el crimen, varón\nsi no vas a cumplir la condena\nquiero vivir dos veces\npara poder olvidarte\nquiero llevarte conmigo\ny no voy a ninguna parte\nno te preocupes, Paloma\nhoy no estoy adentro mío\ntu amor es mi enfermedad\nsoy un envase vacío\n- estribillo -\nno te preocupes Paloma\nno hay pájaros en el nido\ndos ilusiones se irán a volar\npero otras dos han venido\nsi me olvido de vivir\ncolgado de sentimientos\nvoy a vivir para repetir otra vez\neste momento\nte bajaría del cielo, mujer\nla luna hasta tu cama\nporque es muy poco de amor\nsólo una vez por semana\npuse precio a mi libertad\ny nadie quiso pagarlo\nte cambio tu corazón por el mío\npara mirarlo y mirarlo\n…de gloria, mujer\nquiero un pedazo de cielo\npara invitarte a dormir\nen la cama o en el suelo\nun sacrificio ritual bién o mal\nyo quiero hacerle a mi estrella\nsin principio ni final\nno quiero vivir sin ella\n- estribillo -\n\nLittle Joe Y La Familia Boracherra is a family that sang with Little Joe and they did a number of songs, the second link, (below) scroll down to the bottom has a list of all of them, click on the song title you want the lyrics for
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"filakia polla polla"="many many kisses"\n"only for you"="μόνο για σένα"(mono ya sena)\n"there is no end"="δεν υπάρχει τέλος"(den iparchi telos)\n"I love you"="Σ'αγαπώ"(S'agapo)\n"You mean everything to me"="Σημαίνεις τα πάντα για μένα" (Simenis ta panda ya mena)\n"You're my whole life"="Είσαι όλη μου η ζωή" (Ise oli mu i zoi)\n"I'm very lucky to have met you"="Είμαι πολύ τυχερή που σε γνώρισα"(Ime poli tixeri pu se gnorisa)\n"Thanks for loving me"="Ευχαριστώ που μ'αγαπάς" (Efxaristo pu m'agapas)\n"I will always love you"="Θα σ'αγαπώ για πάντα" (Tha s'agapo ya panda)\n"My baby"="Μωρό μου"(Moro mu)\n"My love"="Αγάπη μου"(Agapi mu)\n"You're precious to me"="Μου είσαι πολύτιμος" (Mu ise politimos)\n"I would like you to be here with me"="Θα ήθελα να ήσουν εδώ μαζί μου" (Tha ithela na isun edo mazi mu)\n"I want to see you"="Θέλω να σε δω"(Thelo na se do)\n"Kiss me"="Φίλα με"(Fila me)\n\ne is pronounced as in "egg"\ni is pronounced as in "bit"
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Matisyahu\n\nThe song is called youth\n\nHe is a Hasidic Jewish Rapper/Raggae\n\nVery talented