Song | Chica da Silva |
Artist | Boney M. |
Album | The Maxi-Singles Collection Volume 2 |
作词 : Courage, Farian, Reyam | |
On the first day of spring | |
They heard the news | |
The word spread like fire | |
That she had fallen | |
The fields of that day | |
Were watered with tears | |
Tears that were cried | |
For Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
She was young and brave | |
The prime of her life | |
Fought for her country | |
Became a spy | |
And men told the secrets | |
Once looked in her eyes | |
They laid in the arms | |
Of Chica Da Silva | |
The game that she played | |
Couldn't last very long | |
Luck she relied on | |
When they had all gone | |
Her hands tied together | |
Back on the wall | |
They shot the life | |
From Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
On the first day of spring | |
They heard the news | |
The word spread like fire | |
That she had fallen | |
The fields of that day | |
Were watered with tears | |
Tears that were cried | |
For Chica Da Silva | |
She was young and brave | |
The prime of her life | |
Fought for her country | |
Became a spy | |
And men told the secrets | |
Once looked in her eyes | |
They laid in the arms | |
Of Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva |
zuò cí : Courage, Farian, Reyam | |
On the first day of spring | |
They heard the news | |
The word spread like fire | |
That she had fallen | |
The fields of that day | |
Were watered with tears | |
Tears that were cried | |
For Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
She was young and brave | |
The prime of her life | |
Fought for her country | |
Became a spy | |
And men told the secrets | |
Once looked in her eyes | |
They laid in the arms | |
Of Chica Da Silva | |
The game that she played | |
Couldn' t last very long | |
Luck she relied on | |
When they had all gone | |
Her hands tied together | |
Back on the wall | |
They shot the life | |
From Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
On the first day of spring | |
They heard the news | |
The word spread like fire | |
That she had fallen | |
The fields of that day | |
Were watered with tears | |
Tears that were cried | |
For Chica Da Silva | |
She was young and brave | |
The prime of her life | |
Fought for her country | |
Became a spy | |
And men told the secrets | |
Once looked in her eyes | |
They laid in the arms | |
Of Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva | |
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva |