Diankoudoungou is a town in the Bilanga Department of Gnagna Province in eastern Burkina Faso. The town has a population of 1,787.
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Donkey tonkey people
Spero, che fai l'asino sul serio per un po'
E se fai il ballo dell'asino, io ci sto
Xche le tue parole, sembrino raggi di sole (oh)
E per ricordarti, di dimenticare
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Donkey tonkey people
Ora, giu in citta, c'e una blue crayola
E di cioccolata ya e si chiama Lola
Xche i tuoi occhi adesso sembrino raggi di sole (oh)
Chiameremo felicita, la disperazione.
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Donkey tonkey people
Uh na na na, voglio bere
Uh na na na, bere te
Uh na na na, e la tua bocca di miele
Uh na na na, bere te
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey people
Do the donkey people
Do the donkey people
Do the donkey people
Uh na na na, voglio bere
Uh na na na, bere te
Uh na na na, e la tua luna di fiele
Uh na na na, bere te
Do the donkey, donkey, donkey
Do the donkey, donkey, donkey
Do the donkey, donkey, tonkey
Do the donkey people
Do the donkey people
Do the donkey people
My dear children, hello. Oh, no no no children,
everyone must answer please hello before we can start.
Hello? Well, that is better. Now, if you would all draw
up your chairs and listen very closely I will tell you
a most unusual story. The story of the little fiddle.
As it is told in Symphony number 45, which was written
by the great Chzekoslovakian composer Andree (gibberish
name) Junior. Now, this story children is very unusual,
because it is told not only with words, but also with
music. But first I want you to meet the symphony
orchestra. How do you do?
Shake hands with the trombone
And the tuba
And the oboe
And the saxaphone, sousaphone, zither and xylophone
Clarinet, buglehorn, fiddle and fuglehorn
Tinny kazoo and the timpani, too
And the piccollo, picollo
Now some of you children may be very surprised to hear
that the symphony is not only music, but that it always
tells a story. Which has a beginning, a middle, and an
end. Except for the unfinished symphony, which has a
beginning.... As I was saying
If you listen you will hear
From the corner of your ear
How the oboe she makes love to the bassoon
And the pipe goes diddle, diddle
And the fiddle's in the middle
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Heh, heh, heh, that's what she did. Well, so. Now we
tell the story. Which starts with the first movement.
Presto vivace argomento molto, contabale molto, chocolo
molto. And we have the first theme which is naturally
the theme of the little fiddle.
Now this little fiddle is a young girl who lives with
her wicked guardian, which is a french horn. Now this
young girl, who is a beautiful girl, and her wicked
guardian live all alone on a farm. And all she has for
company are a hen, and a dog, and a nanny goat. Now,
one day when her wicked guardian, the french horn, is
upstairs busy washing his coils along came a handsome
young trumpet. When he clasps his eyes on the little
fiddle his heart went zing (musical noise). And he gets
so excited he has a big cadenza, which is a solo
passage in triple time.
This brings us to the second movement, when the little
fiddle is happy, and the trumpet is happy. When
suddenly, out stalks the french horn. Ehhhhhh, what's
going on here says the french horn. The little fiddle
is so putrified her bridge falls out. But the trumpet
says, we love each other. But the french horn is very
objectionable to this marriage. And the trumpet blows
his top, ah shut up! Now I know who you are, you are
not the french horn at all. That (nice music) had me
fooled for awhile but the (bad music) gave you away.
You are a glockenspiel in disguise beyond a doubt
wanted by the police for drowning twelve little fiddles
out. The glockenspiel tries to escape to his flat but
the animals are too sharp for him.
Ow, in the leg!
Ow, in the neck!
Ow, in the face!
Ow, in the other place!
The glockenspiel is trapped, his escape they are
foiling, so he jumps into a kettle drum, which is
Låt oss ta tillbaka bounce igen studsa precis
Lungt o fint så gungar vi till takten av tunga beats så kom hit
Spisen e på köket e varmt, folk undrar vad vi lagar men vi har
Inget recept ingen har sätt ingen har hört nått som e likt
Se så lätt det kan bli fucka med ditt huvud som tabletter o sprit
Medans orrarna kollar på sex in the city
Chillar ja yeah meckar en filly kvinna ja vet ja het som chilli
Be för oss så vi kan tjäna våra cash
Återta det låter, bra höj volymen o ba
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Bränn av ett skott höj volymen o låten ba
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Gör som oss höj volymen o låten ba
Pumpa den här I din wromwrom yeopp
Stutsar fram som en bumbibjörn
Snurran den här låten o låten den spelas så hö hö högt
Så det hörs rakt av I din neighbourhood
Ta tillbaks o se dig för
Massan e stor en jävla massa skor
Står o trampar I takten utanför
Zimzallabim, sho alibi stiger in som en
Prins I en hindi film, whoo
Han som for genom vinden o tog sin bror
Till en ny provins
Aloo chingeling va händer häromkring
Ingenting, ta då med några meter cigg
O låt oss gå loss som cripsen I sing sing
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Bränn av ett skott höj volymen o låten ba
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Gör som oss höj volymen o låten ba
Sam-e:
Se så extremt det kan bli när en text läggs ner
M-e-d-i-n-a vilken tid det tar få skit betalt
Har snart inget mer bröd o bita av
Xxl en extra extra line för dig som ännu inte
Kommit på att att rappen e mer än musik
Skiten vi lever I går ner vare sig er eller vi
Det vi ger é unikt när vi lagt den
O dina armar e för korta för o boxas me gud
Men du hoppas på tur o låtsas som du
Borstar lite damm från din axel
Gunga lungt allt som vi gör det går runt runt
Allt som vi rör det blir tungt
Som om du va hög på skunk högre sjung
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Bränn av ett skott höj volymen o låten ba
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Gör som oss höj volymen o låten ba
Det här e dunka dunka musik
För en dunk dunka publik
Och vi dunk dunkar skiten ur slutsteget I din gamla bil
O det funkar fint, slänger upp en dunk
Och klunkar I meeee
Sväljer ner några biiirer och pumpar upp volymen
Hörru dudu, skulle du kunna gå ut med lite informazione
Det här året kommer två matadorer, redo för att fäktas
Redo för att fäktas mot industrin
Ner och bara fläkta vid bäcken ni som svettas när ni hör medina
Fan vi gör det fint ha?
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
Bränn av ett skott höj volymen o låten ba
Dunka dunka dunka nanana,
((Tinka Tinka jara jara
hai roshni se jaise bhara) - 2
Har dil main armaan hote to hai - 2
bas koi samjhe jara) - 2
(Dil pe ek naya sa nasha cha gaya
kho raha tha jo khwaab vo laut aa gaya) - 2
(Yeh jo ehsaas hai jo karaar hai
kya issi ka hi naam pyaar hai) - 2
pootche dil thumke jara
Tinka Tinka jara jara
hai roshni se jaise bhara
Har dil main armaan hote to hai - 2
bas koi samjhe jara
Desde que no estas aquí,
Desde que muero por ti
Parece que el mundo gira y gira y gira sin norte ni sur
Desde que no estas aquí, desde ese 13 de abril
Parece que no hay mas nada que aquella mirada que guardo de ti.
Un corazón de papel pintado de escarlata
Una moneda en el mar, así fue nuestro amor...
Y estoy sufriendo porque...
Esa mujer, esa mujer que ame, esa mujer,
Esa mujer se fue, esa mujer, esa mujer que ame, esa mujer...
El eco de tu voz y tus palabras, aun sigue aquí
Las huellas de tu paso por la casa, las llevo en mi
Y el aire tan sutil de tu perfume,
Que vive entre los pliegues de mi cama
Me embriaga amor, me arrastra amor, me mata...
Ahhhhhhhhh...
Desde que no estas aquí
Desde el principio del fin
Voy recorriendo las calles rodando y rodando buscando tu luz
Desde que no estas aquí
Desde que no se vivir, parece que el tiempo vuela
Y nada consuela mi llanto por ti
Una mañana sin sol un día sin minutos
Una verdad sin razón
Así fue nuestro amor
Y estoy sufriendo porque...
Esa mujer, esa mujer que ame, esa mujer,
Esa mujer se fue, esa mujer, esa mujer que ame, esa mujer...
La luna no entrara por la ventana
Si tu no estas
Seré como una estrella que se apaga, si tu no estas
Ya nunca volaran las golondrinas
Ya nunca sonreirá la madurada
Si tu no estas no hay nada amor, no hay nada
Ahhhhh esa mujer se fue, ahhhhhhh...
((Tinka Tinka Jara Jara
Hai Roshni Se Jaise Bhara) 2
Har Dil Main Armaan Hote To Hai 2
Bas Koi Samjhe Jara) 2
(Dil Pe Ek Naya Sa Nasha Cha Gaya
Kho Raha Tha Jo Khwaab Vo Laut Aa Gaya) 2
(Yeh Jo Ehsaas Hai Jo Karaar Hai
Kya Issi Ka Hi Naam Pyaar Hai) 2
Pootche Dil Thumke Jara
Tinka Tinka Jara Jara
Hai Roshni Se Jaise Bhara
Har Dil Main Armaan Hote To Hai 2
Bas Koi Samjhe Jara
Tinka Tinka Tinka Tinka