very beautyful songs of my best singer f bartolo malta

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Oh, they come from the farms and the factories too And they all soon forget who they are The cares of the day are soon washed away As they sit at a stool by the bar The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stone shirt Doesn't look like she works on the land The man on the end is a very good friend Of a man who sells cars second hand Chorus: Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor There by the port just outside Amsterdam Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter Everyone there is so happy to be there The salesmen relax with a few pints of beer They try and not speak about trade The poet won't write any verses tonight But he may sing a sweet serenade The great tarot man, the piano will play All the songs that you're wanting to hear And the pretty young thing doesn't know how to sing But the customers give her a cheer Outside in the real world the rage is still on It's all gone a little bit mad Now in circles we go so it's good to know Of a place where good times can be had So pull up a chair and forget about life It's a good thing to do now and then And if you like it here I have an idea Tomorrow we'll all meet again Chorus: Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor There by the port just outside Amsterdam Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter Everyone there is so happy to be there

one of the best versions of this song

Hello! I saw your profile and I thought you would like my music. I am a cellist, pianist, and composer. Check out my original piano piece "Farewell Josephine."

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Un piano d'enfant à 5 touches, un accordéon, et ce mec vous fabrique un monde, ailleurs et ici, juste par amour de la musique et de son pays!

This song is just so beautiful Demis Roussos, am loving it

minunat

CANTICO DEI CANTICI Era bello e dolce il mio amore col suo vestito bianco della festa e un fiore rosso tra i capelli. Nessuno può sapere quanto fosse bella! Ragazze di Auschwitz, ragazze di Dachau, avete visto il mio amore? L’abbiamo vista in quel lungo viaggio ma senza il suo vestito bianco né il fiore rosso tra i capelli. Era bello e dolce il mio amore coi suoi capelli lunghi e neri cresciuti tra le mie carezze. Nessuno può sapere quanto fosse bella! Ragazze di Mauthausen, ragazze di Belsen, avete visto il mio amore? L’abbiamo vista in uno spiazzo nudo, un numero marchiato sulla mano e una stella gialla sopra il cuore. Era bello e dolce il mio amore coi suoi capelli lunghi e neri cresciuti tra le mie carezze. Nessuno può sapere quanto fosse bella!