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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Matthew Wilder
Matthew Wilder
Synthesizer
Amy Weston
Amy Weston
Begleitgesang
Bill Cuomo
Bill Cuomo
Synthesizer
Bill Elliott
Bill Elliott
Synthesizer
Dee Dee Bellson
Dee Dee Bellson
Begleitgesang
Edie Lehmann
Edie Lehmann
Begleitgesang
Mary Hylan
Mary Hylan
Begleitgesang
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Matthew Wilder
Matthew Wilder
Songwriter:in
Barbara Hyde
Barbara Hyde
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bill Elliott
Bill Elliott
Produzent:in
Csaba Petocz
Csaba Petocz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Michael Frenke
Michael Frenke
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mitch Gibson
Mitch Gibson
Ingenieurassistent:in
Paul Ericksen
Paul Ericksen
Ingenieurassistent:in
Peter Bunetta
Peter Bunetta
Produzent:in
Rick Chudacoff
Rick Chudacoff
Produzent:in
Steve Zaretsky
Steve Zaretsky
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

I was a banker
Family man
Working in Paris
When I began
Living my daydreams
I left my wife
Sailed for the islands
To start a new life
Down in the tropics, a colourful world
Green of the ocean and brown native girls
Now I'm an artist and I see nothing wrong
To paint Tahitian without her sarong, oh no
You know I don't speak the language
But I still understand
It's in the move of her body
And in the touch of her hand
You know I don't speak the language
Am I a madman
To follow the sun
When it's every man's dream
To do what I've done?
Oh, no needs, no worries and no sense of time
She's Polynesian and she is all mine
Today I'll paint her in yellows and reds
Tonight we'll make love with stars overhead, oh no
You know I don't speak the language
But I still understand
It's in the move of her body
And in the touch of her hand
You know I don't speak the language
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
You know I don't speak the language
But I still understand
It's in the move of her body
And in the touch of her hand
You know I don't speak the language
I left the tempo
Of civilized man
To dance the tango
Utopian
Mmm, how can I leave here, how can I go back?
The life here is so aphrodisiac
Her eyes, her lips and the smell of her hair
Make me a savage and I cease to care, oh no
You know I don't speak the language
But I still understand
It's in the move of her body
And in the touch of her hand
You know I don't speak the language
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay lo
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo (lay)
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la (lo-la)
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De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
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De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
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De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo-lay-lo
De-lay-lo-lay-lo-la
Written by: Barbara Hyde, Matthew Wilder
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