New Soul By Yael Naim

I'm a new soul

I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear

Finding myself making every possible mistake

La, la, la, la (21x)

La, la, la, la (21x)

See I'm a young soul in this very strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake

But why all this hate? try to communicate

Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

La, la, la, la (21x)

La, la, la, la (21x)

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This is a happy end

Cause you don't understand

Everything you have done

Why's everything so wrong

This is a happy end

Come and give me your hand

I'll take you far away

I'm a new soul

I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear

Finding myself making every possible mistake

New soul... (la, la, la, la,...)

In this very strange world...

Every possible mistake

Possible mistake

Every possible mistake

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...

L'amour By Calar Bruni

L’amour, hum hum, pas pour moi,

Tous ces “toujours”,

C’est pas net, ça joue des tours,

Ca s’approche sans se montrer,

Comme un traître de velours,

Ca me blesse ou me lasse selon les jours

L’amour, hum hum, ça ne vaut rien,

Ça m’inquiète de tout,

Et ça se déguise en doux,

Quand ça gronde, quand ça me mord,

Alors oui, c’est pire que tout,

Car j’en veux, hum hum, plus encore,

Pourquoi faire ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?

A quoi bon se laisser reprendre

Le cour en chamade,

Ne rien y comprendre,

C’est une embuscade,

L’amour ça ne va pas,

C’est pas du Saint Laurent,

Ca ne tombe pas parfaitement,

Si je ne trouve pas mon style ce n’est pas faute d’essayer,

Et l’amour j’laisse tomber !

A quoi bon ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?

Pourquoi faire se laisser reprendre,

Le cour en chamade,

Ne rien y comprendre,

C’est une embuscade,

L’amour, hum hum, j’en veux pas

J’préfère de temps de temps

Je préfère le goût du vent

Le goût étrange et doux de la peau de mes amants,

Mais l’amour, hum hum, pas vraiment!

Turn Me On By Norah Jones

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on

My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on 

Poem Posted By Smaradey Khmer

If each grain of sand were to say: One grain doesn't make a mountain, There would be no land.

If each drop of water were to say: One drop doesn't make an ocean, There would be no sea.

If each note of music were to say: Each note doesn't make a symphony, There would be no melody.

If each word were to say: One word doesn't make a library, There would be no book.

If each break were to say: One break doesn't make a wall, There would be no house.

If each seed were to say: One seed doesn't make a field, There would be no harvest.

If each of us were to say: One person doesn't make the difference, There would never be love and peace on earth.

You and I do make a difference. Begin today and make the difference.

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when others hold back. I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon.

With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals. My God, if I had a piece of life…

I wouldn’t let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love.

I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!

To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting.

So much have I learned from you, oh men…I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father’s finger, he has him trapped forever.

I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won’t be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.