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• Artiste: Stacey Kent
• Titre: This Happy Madness
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What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me ? Some kind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see What has become of all my sadness, all my endless lonely sighs ? Where are my sorrows now ? What happened to that frown and is that self-contented clown Standing there grinning in the mirror really me ? I'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the bark of every tree I pass for every one to see I feel that I've gone back to childhood and I'm skipping through the wild wood So excited that I don't know what to do What do I care if I'm a juvenile ? I smile my secret little smile because I know the change in me is you. What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy ? The gods are laughing far above One of them gave a little shove And I fell gaily, gladly, madly into love What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me ? Some kind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see What has become of all my sadness all my endless lonely sighs Where are my sorrows now? What happened to the frown and is that self contented clown Standing grinning in the mirror really me? I'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the bark of every tree I pass for every one to see. I feel that I've gone back to childhood and I'm skipping through the wild wood So excited that I don't know what to do What do I care if I'm a juvenile ? I smile my secret little smile Because I know the change in me is you What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy that turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy ? The gods are laughing high above One of them gave a little shove and I fell gaily, gladly, madly into love What do I care if I'm a juvenile ? I smile my secret little smile Because I know the change in me is you What should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joy that turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy ? The gods are laughing high above One of them gave a little shove and I fell gaily gladly, madly into love (Merci à Moka pour cettes paroles)