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The Idan Raichel Project - Mon Amour - הפרויקט של עידן רייכל (por idanraichelofficial)

Mon Amour (“My Love”)
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Do not go away I would say whoa 
Do not leave me alone my love 
Do not leave me alone again 
I would say it is difficult 

Do not go away I would say woah 
Do not leave me alone my love 
Do not leave me alone 
I would say it is so difficult 

"Mon Amour"
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Ne t’en vas pas je dirais woah
Ne me laisse pas seul mon amour
Ne me laisse pas seul encore
Je dirais c’est difficile

Ne t’en vas pas je dirais woah 
Ne me laisse pas seul mon amour
Ne me laisse pas seul 
Je dirais c’est si difficile

Ka na ta ka nee too 
Ka na ta ka nee too 
Ka na ta ka nee too 
Diarabi ka nee too

Knock knock….: I have come to set you free! :)

Knock knock….: I have come to set you free! :)

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הקולקטיב מארחים את נינט טייב - Acollective - Stolen Goods (by Inbal Dubinsky)

Song by Roy Rieck and Idan Rabinovici 
Arrangement by Acollective 
Mixed by Chris Shaw 
Mastered by Will Quinell at Sterling Sound, NY 
Produced by Mr. Chris Shaw and Acollective 
Artwork by Julian Mapmaker 
Digital Design by Anna Reingewertz

lyrics

Baby girl, you’re the loneliest love in the world 
You’re a temptress that grew up too spoiled and in the morning seems plain 
A glorious wreck 
A summer day’s post-shower sweat 
You’re stolen goods still with a seal - too good to be real 

And I know I said that I won’t 
You never got the letters I wrote 
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets 
Pack up your things and get out 
I can’t stand your taste in my mouth 

Baby girl, you listen but don’t understand 
Your cries become mouldy with ease 
Too eager to please 
My friends ain’t got a thing left to lose 
We ain’t got that much left to win 
So bring ‘em right in 

And I know I said that I won’t 
You never got the letters I wrote 
You keep looking at me, staining my sheets 
Pack up your things and get out 
I can’t stand your taste in my mouth 

They say son don’t give up yet because down here they kill for fun