MEU CORAÇÃO É BREGA
FÁFÁ DE BELÉM
COMPOSITOR: VELOSO DIAS
ONDE: SALVADOR 2016
PAÍS: BRASIL
ÁLBUM: DO TAMANHO CERTO PARA O MEU SORRISO
GRAVADORA: JOIA MODERNA
GÊNERO: M.P.B.
ANO: 2015

Do Tamanho Certo para o Meu Sorriso é o vigésimo segundo álbum de estúdio da cantora brasileira Fafá de Belém, lançado em 8 de agosto de 2015 pela Jóia Moderna. O disco foi produzido por Felipe Cordeiro e Manoel Cordeiro.
O álbum ganhou dois prêmios no 27º Prêmio da Música Brasileira de "Melhor Álbum" e "Melhor Cantora.
Foi por ti que eu escrevi
Versos e cartas de amor
Foi pra ti que eu dediquei
Boa parte dos meus planos

Tantos anos, desenganos
Penei, chorei, sofri
No entanto nunca desisti
De te amar da forma que eu te amo

E agora quando toca no rádio
A nossa canção eu viro montanha
Me transformo em vulcão
Com larvas ardentes de paixão
A minha mente explode de emoção
Sem razão meu corpo se entrega

O mundo diz 'não'
Mas não tem jeito não
Meu coração é brega

Meu coração é brega
Meu coração é brega
O mundo diz 'não'
Mas não tem jeito não
Meu coração é brega

E agora quando toca no rádio
A nossa canção eu viro montanha
Me transformo em vulcão
Com larvas ardentes de paixão
A minha mente explode de emoção
Sem razão meu corpo se entrega

O mundo diz 'não'
Mas não tem jeito não
Meu coração é brega

Meu coração é brega
Meu coração é brega
O mundo diz 'não'
Mas não tem jeito não
Meu coração é brega.
RED RED WINE
UB40
SONGWRITER: NEIL DIAMOND
WHERE: LIVE AT MONTREUX 2002
COUNTRY: U. K.
ALBUM: LABOUR OF LOVE
LABEL: DEP
GENRE: REGGAE
YEAR: 1983

"Red Red Wine" is a song originally written, performed, and recorded by American singer Neil Diamond in 1967. It is included on Neil's second studio album, Just for You. The lyrics are sung from the perspective of a person who finds that drinking red wine is the only way to forget his woes.
When Neil left the Bang Records label in 1968, Bang continued to release Neil Diamond singles, often adding newly recorded instruments and background vocals to album tracks from the two Neil Diamond albums that Bang had issued. For the "Red Red Wine" single, Bang added a background choir without Neil's involvement or permission. Diamond's version reached number sixty-two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1968. A live version was released on Diamond's The Greatest Hits (1966–92) but the 1968 single version has never been issued on a vinyl album or CD.
UB40 recorded their rendition for their album of cover versions, Labour of Love. According to the band, they were only familiar with Tony Tribe's version (they apparently didn't realise that the writer, credited simply as "Diamond", was in fact Neil Diamond), and their version featured a lighter, reggae-style flavor compared to Diamond's somber, acoustic ballad. The UB40 version adds a toasted verse by UB40 member Astro, opening: "Red Red Wine, you make me feel so fine/You keep me rocking all of the time", which was edited from the single that reached number one on the UK Singles Chart in August 1983 and number 34 in the United States in March 1984 but not from the version that reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100 a few months after being performed at the Nelson Mandela 70th Birthday Concert in 1988. In September 2014, the Official Charts Company announced that sales in the UK had reached one million.
Songwriter Neil Diamond has stated that it is one of his favorite covers of his songs. Diamond frequently performs the song live using the UB40 reggae arrangement as opposed to the original version.
Red, red wine
Goes to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need her so

Red, red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
But memories won't go
No, memories won't go

I'd have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong
Now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart

[Red Red Wine Toast Section]

Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when you're just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing make me do me own thing
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah

Give me little time, help me clear up my mind
Give me little time, help me clear up my mind
Give me Red wine the kind make me feel fine
Make me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him Rizal pon the sweet deep line
The line broke, the monkey get choke
Burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat

Red red wine I'm gonna hold to you
Hold on to you cause I know your love true
Red red wine I'm gonna love you till I die
Love you till I die and that's no lie
Red red wine can't get you off my mind
Wherever you may be I'll surely find
I'll surely find
Make no fuss
Just stick with us.

Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing make me do me own thing
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah.
LUCILLE ET LES LIBELLULES
YVES DUTEIL
COMPOSITEUR: YVES DUTEIL
PAYS: FRANCE
ALBUM: TARENTELLE
RECORD: LES ÉDITIONS DE LÉCRITOIRE
GENRE: CHANSON
ANNÉE: 1977

Yves Duteil est un chanteur français et auteur-compositeur-interprète né le 24 juillet 1949 à Neuilly-sur-Seine.
Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Troublaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Ces libellules en ville sont folles
Se dit Lucille
Qui les attrape avec un fil
Et puis s'envole

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Portaient Lucille
Deux ou trois hirondelles en file
Suivaient leur vol
Elles sont arrivées sur une île
Si loin de son école
Que les lumières de la ville
Sont des lucioles

Les libellules disaient "Lucille
À notre école
Vois, c'est facile, tu bats des cils
Et tu t'envoles..."
Comme elles prononçaient ces paroles
Au même instant Lucille
Entendit au loin dans la ville
Sonner l'école

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Suivaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Pressant le pas, souple et gracile
Lucille frôlait le sol
Battant des cils d'un air tranquille
Vers son école.
SOIRÉE DE PRINCE
HERVÉ VILARD
COMPOSITEURES: MUSIC: GUY FREIDLINE & LETTRE: PIERRE DELANOË
OÙ: SAINT AMAND MONTROND
PAYS: FRANCE
ALBUM: CHANTONS!
RECORD: EPM
GENRE: CHANSON
ANNÉE: 2015

René Villard, dit Hervé Vilard («Hervé» correspondant aux initiales de ses prénom et nom, R. V. ), né le 24 juillet 1946 à Paris, est un auteur-compositeur-interprète français.
J'ai donné des soirées à étonner les princes
Dans cette chambre usée par trois siècles d'amour
J'ai dans l'oreille encore le vieux parquet qui grince
Et nos chansons d'ivrognes à la pointe du jour

J'ai donné des soirées à étonner les princes
Avec une poignée de copains troubadours
Ils arrivaient tout droit de leur vieille province
Leduc de Normandie et Dupont de Nemours

J'ai donné des soirées à étonner les princes
Les hommes les idées et les cœurs étaient neufs
Le buffet il est vrai était peut-être mince
Mais nous n'avions pas peur d'être deux pour un œuf

Les filles nous offraient leurs yeux comme une source
Où nous pouvions trouver les soirs de mauvais sort
Un courage nouveau pour reprendre la course
Et leurs cheveux dorés valaient mieux que de l'or

J'ai donné des soirées à étonner les princes
Dans cette chambre usée par trois siècles d'amour
J'ai dans l'oreille encore le vieux parquet qui grince
Et nos chansons d'ivrognes à la pointe du jour
x2
Leduc est reparti vers sa ville normande
Lecomte de Châlons doit être pharmacien
Dupont près de Nemours compte ses dividendes
Et de ma vieille chambre il ne reste plus rien.