Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
The Tam-Tams of Paradise
My young ladies of yesteryear
in the quivering gardens...
make him listen, I beg you:
the tom-toms of paradise...
He made journeys
struck, struck by a mirage...
always a voice that seduced:
the tom-toms of paradise...
â¦Ah, give me, maestro Chistobal,
the tom-toms of the carnival...
He has made journeys
struck by lightning, struck by a mirage...
he is seduced, he has chosen:
the tom-toms of paradise...

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