Bambou medley
I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of tumbas
telling me to stay:
Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
Dans son oeîle on est fou comme on est musicien.
Sur Radio Jamaique il a des copains,
il fabrique sa musique et ça lui va bien.
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
"Tahiti Touamotou Equateur Méridien".
Il a des filles partout qui lui veulent du bien.
Il s'en fout de la gloire et ça va, ça vient.
Il vit sa vie au bord de l'eau,
cocos et coquillages.
Un dollar pour prendre une photo:
son plus beau tatouage.
Il vit sa vie comme un Vendredi;
Robinson est parti.
Il est toujours bien dans sa peau
quand il prend ce tempo.
I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of tumbas
telling me to stay:
Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
Dans son oeîle on est fou comme on est musicien.
Sur Radio Jamaique il a des copains,
il fabrique sa musique et ça lui va bien.
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
"Tahiti Touamotou Equateur Méridien".
Il a des filles partout qui lui veulent du bien.
Il s'en fout de la gloire et ça va, ça vient.
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
Dans son oeîle on est fou comme on est musicien.
Sur Radio Jamaique il a des copains,
il fabrique sa musique et ça lui va bien.
Il tape les bambous comme un numéro un.
"Tahiti Touamotou Equateur Méridien".
Il a des filles partout qui lui veulent du bien.
Il s'en fout de la gloire et ça va, ça vient.
Bamboo Medley
I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of drums
telling me to stay:
Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.
He lives his life by the water,
coconuts and seashells.
A dollar to take a picture:
his best tattoo.
He lives his life like it’s Friday;
Robinson is gone.
He’s always comfortable in his skin
when he takes this tempo.
I can hear the sound... "Marimba"!...
I can hear it play
I can hear the sound of drums
telling me to stay:
Down here in the Caribbean
Sunshine every day.
All the pretty women dancing,
Dance the night away
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
In his island, we’re crazy like we’re musicians.
On Radio Jamaica, he’s got friends,
he makes his music and it suits him well.
He beats the bamboo like a number one.
"Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equator Meridian".
He’s got girls everywhere who want to be with him.
He doesn’t care about fame, it comes and goes.
Escrita por: French Lyrics Philip Lavil / Dieber Barbeliven / Julio Iglesias / Michel Colombier / Albert Hammond