you make me feel

Coupl 1
I think of you sometimes
but not really all the time
i just hope someday
you will remember me

ref 1
love is true
i known i know i know i know i know I ...

you make me feel good
babe , i m' really feeling good
make me feel so good
babe ,i m' realy feeling good

coupl 2
love is true
when i come back to you
love is real
oh, I'm more in love with you

ref 2
love is true
i known i know i know i know i know I ...

you make me feel good

Cuando quieres, no quiero
yo quiero, tu vuelves.
Me besas, te beso, me enciendes.
Te vas !
Corazo?n, corazo?n, no partas por favor.
Corazo?n, corazo?n, me dejas sin control.
Si tu? quieres hoy puedo me llamas invi?tame a cenar
Cuando quieres, no quiero
yo quiero, tu vuelves.
Me besas, te beso, me encientes.
Aaahh!
Corazo?n, corazo?n, no partas por favor.
Corazo?n, corazo?n, me dejas sin control.
Corazo?n, corazo?n, no partas por favor.
Corazo?n, corazo?n, me llenas de ilusio?n.
Por que quiero tu amor
Dame tu corazo?n pum pum pum late mi corazo?n suen?a conmigo amor

EN:

When you want, I don't want
When I want to, you come back.
You kiss me, I kiss you, you turn me on.
You leave !
My heart, my heart, please don't leave.
My heart, my heart, you make me lose control.
If you want today I can, call me invite me to dinner
When you want, I don't want
When I want to, you come back.
You kiss me, I kiss you, you turn me on
Aaahh!
My heart, my heart, please don't leave.
My heart, my heart, you leave me without control.
My heart, my heart, please don't leave.
My heart, my heart, you fill me with illusion.
Because I want your love
Give me your heart boom boom boom my heart dreams of me love

Italiano:
A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti,
Che sembrano cemento!
A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra!
Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma
!Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Pechino loro fanno
Stranissimi spaghetti.
Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto!
A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Miami ho ordinato
Pesto e parmigiano.
E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
E che mi hanno portato?
Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.

Français:
Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment.
Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût
!
Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis
A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou

A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté
?Du ketchup et du coca cola
!!

English:
I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement.
I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni,
The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow.
Ah
!Mamma mia,

your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven
In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,

Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy.
In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!