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Fiori, fiori per Nina. Flowers, flowers for Nina al Festival Jazz di Antibes del 1965.
Narrano le leggende che dopo questa interpretazione Duke Ellington abbia scritto per lei "La plus belle africaine"
qui Nina è nel fiore della sua arte
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Narrano le leggende che dopo questa interpretazione Duke Ellington abbia scritto per lei "La plus belle africaine"
qui Nina è nel fiore della sua arte
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http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?i...
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My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Its been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is AUNT SARAH
My name is Aunt Sarah
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My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is SIFFRONIA
My name is Siffronia
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My skin is tan
My hairs alright, its fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is SWEET THING
My name is Sweet Thing
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My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
Ill kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
Im awfully bitter these days
because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
name
is
PEACHES
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Its been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is AUNT SARAH
My name is Aunt Sarah
.
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is SIFFRONIA
My name is Siffronia
.
My skin is tan
My hairs alright, its fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is SWEET THING
My name is Sweet Thing
.
My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
Ill kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
Im awfully bitter these days
because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
name
is
PEACHES
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maria diz:
Olá, cota! Clube 10, 1000 ou 0, o que é que isso me importa? ... Não percebi a graça. Talvez por estar demasiado cansada. Beijinho.
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