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A-Teens - One Night In Bangkok
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American:
Bangkok, Oriental city
But the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world
In a show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies, doesn't seem a minute
since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change, don't you know that when you
Play at this level there's no ordinary venue
It's Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings
Or....or this place!
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but their pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky, then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
American:
One town's very like another
When your head's down over your pieces, brother
Chorus:
(It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the board
not looking at the city)
American:
Whattaya mean?!
You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
Chorus:
Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
American:
Get Thai'd, you're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks ABOVE the waistline, sunshine!
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
American:
Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a muddy old river
or reclining Buddha
Thank God I'm only watching the game, controlling it
I don't see you guys rating
The kind of mate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens WE use would not excite you.
So, you better go back to your bars, your temples...
your "massage parlors"...
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but their pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
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Jacek Kaczmarski : Pompeja
Kurtyzany:
Lupanar w którym sprzedajemy za bezcen swoje cia³a
Klientów ¶ci±ga z wszystkich okolicznych wsi i miast
¯yjemy z cudzych ¿±dz i wstydów
Których siê ¿adna z nas nie ba³a
Choæ przecie¿ jest kobiet± ka¿da z nas.
Pompeja! Pompeja!
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br>Dla wszystkich co p³ac± otwarte nasze drzwi!
Rozkoszy nowych wabi was nadzieja!
Tu sk±d wydostaæ siê nie mo¿e nikt.
Gladiatorzy:
Arena z której sprzedajemy za bezcen swe istnienia
W napiêciu trzyma wszystkich którym nuda trawi czas
¯yje-
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my z cudzych snów i lêków
W³asne nie licz± siê marzenia
Choæ przecie¿ jest mê¿czyzn± ka¿dy z nas.
Pompeja! Pompeja!
Dla wszystkich co p³ac± otwarte skrzyd³a bram!
Rozkoszy nowych wabi was nadzieja!
Tu gdzie w oklaskach przyjdzie zgin±æ....
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