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'Les Baisers Perdus' by MIKA featuring Joey Niceforo and the Odin Quartet

Joey Niceforo (JoeyNiceforo_Music)

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'Les Baisers Perdus' by MIKA featuring Joey Niceforo and the Odin Quartet

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Joey Niceforo (JoeyNiceforo_Music)
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This performance was Produced, Created and Edited by the "Odin Quartet". Please subscribe to their YouTube page at:    / @odinquartet   Facebook:   / odinquartet   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/odinquartet... Listen to Joey's album “Priceless," available now: https://www.smarturl.it/pricelessalbum​ Connect with Joey Niceforo: WEBSITE: https://joeyniceforo.com/​ FACEBOOK:   / ​   INSTAGRAM:   / ​   TWITTER:   / joeyniceforo​   SPOTIFY: http://bit.ly/JoeyNiceforoSpotify​ Performers: Joey Niceforo, vocals Raffi Altounian, guitar Mor Shargall-Bisson, flute Alex Toskov, violin Tanya Charles Iveniuk, violin Veronica Lee, viola Samuel Bisson, cello LES BAISERS PERDUS by MIKA from "No Place In Heaven" (2015) Written by Mika & Doriand Original arrangement by Simon Leclerc & Lucio Fabbri Transcription by Samuel Bisson Audio & Video Editing by Samuel Bisson Lyrics (english translation): There are kisses that get lost, Kisses that hang around. Like the gray cats On the roofs of Paris Who are living out their lives. There's lost kisses, On the way, wich are found, Like fools. Vagabonds kisses, That sleep under the bridges Where the Seine flows. A few of their sorrow. We don't save lost kisses anymore. There are kisses that get lost Kisses that dream to be stolen Which never dare to land. There are kisses that get preserved in photos, kisses of Doisneau Me, I am left high and dry In the gutter Where love ends A little each day. We don't save lost kisses anymore. Where have they gone These kisses that get lost When you are standing before me Where have they gone All alone in the world to wait for only you Tell me There are kisses that get lost, Kisses that hang around. Like the gray cats On the roofs of Paris Who are living out their lives. There's lost kisses, On the way, wich are found, Like fools. Vagabonds kisses, That sleep under the bridges Where the Seine flows. A few of their sorrow. We don't save lost kisses anymore.