WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

Timon & matataEr de klogeste ordHakuna matataKloger' end du

1: Taron Egerton & Rachel go breakin’ my heartI

Lebo mfana nge gazi lemvanaSonke sithande ngoQinisa, qinisaQinisa nge

You may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd

cubes on the back of your neckWarm wind blowing

met on a rainy evening in the summertimeDon't think

looking, I'm looking backI'm trying to imagine this and thatThe

the sunburned plains of far-off North AustraliaCame a fella

The weather man, he looks confusedShakes his fist at the sky

1: Fred I guess it would be nice, if

him playing in his backyardYoung boy just starting outSo

so strange he doesn't show meMore affection that he needsAlmost

1: Elton hardly think I'm qualifiedTo come across all

Twentieth century blues are getting me downBlues, escape those dreary twentieth

insideMy soul fights a warI can't explainI can't cross

matata, hakuna matata (Hem hollolo iyo)Hakuna matata, hakuna matata (Hem

Spring is here, the sky is blueBirds will sing as if

can't light no more of your darknessAll my pictures

Matata ! Mais quelle phrase magnifique Matata ! Quel