Aven Romale |
Come on, gipsies |
They used to call me Gipsy, hello there |
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It means no problem to me, I don't care |
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Till I've got microphone making you act |
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I love to be that gipsy rat |
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Word ain't key to me |
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I can't think that easily |
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If you keep that energy |
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Gipsy sounds like symphony |
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Hate me or love me, baby |
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Speed up from null to eighty |
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In next three seconds music turns you to slave it |
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(Aven Romale) |
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If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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I can make you really feel like Gipsy |
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Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right |
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It's truth that Gipsies are just everywhere |
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It means no problem to me, I don't care |
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Listen the song and free your frozen mind |
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And let the colours all behind |
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(I) can make you feel like |
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(Gipsy) Let colour behind |
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(Free) your Gipsy inside of your music soul to be like |
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(Oh) And what a wonder |
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(Truth) You got it inside |
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(Aven Čech, Jágr, pivo) Come together once more |
(Come on, Čech, Jágr, beer) Come together once more |
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(Aven Romale) |
(Come on, gipsies) |
Ma ker the šun man more |
Don't talk, listen to me, friend |
Listen and don't matter where you're from |
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I'll make you jump, say it |
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(Aven Romale) |
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Praha Brno, normale |
Prague – Brno, that's normal |
Češí ví, my name is Gee |
Czechs know, my name is Gee |
So everybody rock with me, please |
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(Aven Romale) |
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(Aven Romale) |
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If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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I can make you really sing like Gipsy: adadada adadada... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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I can make you really feel like Gipsy |
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Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right |
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I feel something wrong |
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Made us separate the world on pieces |
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We got eyes and we still stay all so blind |
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(Aven Romale) |
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If you really wanna understand, just sing it with me: ada dadadai... |
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(Aven Romale) |
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I can make you really feel like Gipsy |
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Music is the miracle, rhythm is the mirror, that's right |
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