Claude Barzotti - Ma Quale Amore Vuoi ( (Emotions) HD

Claude Barzotti - Ma Quale Amore Vuoi: Claude Barzotti was one of the most popular French singers of the 1980s. Born in Belgium and raised in several different countries including Italy, where he spent the bulk of his childhood living with his grandfather Barzotti found stability in music. He took music theory classes at school, learned the classical guitar, and recorded his first album, Vous Mes Amis, at the age of 17. Several years later, he signed a record deal with Vogue Belgique, the Belgian branch of the popular French label Disques Vogue, and spent the rest of the '70s releasing albums that went largely unnoticed. During the first decade of his career, Barzotti's Belgian-Sicilian heritage made it difficult to break into the French market. Things changed in 1981, when his single “Madame“ sold over 400,000 copies and helped established him as a new crossover artist. “Le Rital,“ which dealt with racism and cultural prejudice, became an even bigger hit. Barzotti spent the rest of the decade as one of French's best-selling pop vocalists, maintaining an audience in French-speaking Canada as well. Although his popularity began to wane during the '90s, he wrote Belgium's entry in the 1992 Eurovision Song Contest and continued releasing music into the 21st century. !! Buy Here: PS: This channel is created to promote and support magnificent producers' and labels' releases. Send your song or video that does not have the Copyright: steffben80@ If any producer, label or copyright owner is unhappy about any upload, please contact me via any of my social networks, and the content will be removed immediately.!! Y a des amours qui pleurent, y a des amours qui chantent, Des amours qui font peur et des amours qui tremblent, Des amours platoniques, tout est dans le regard, Comme un vent de panique reste un peu à l'écart. Y a des amours bidons, des amours de plumard, Des amours de carton mais qui font des histoires, Y a des amours passion qu'on ne contrôle pas, Y a des amours prison dont on ne s'enfuit pas. Mais toi et moi, quel amour, quelle histoire ! Mais toi et moi, je ne peux plus y croire ! Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? On ne peut pas bâtir sur l'eau, faire d'histoire sans héro Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ?C'est comme una symphonia, uvanto patso di folia que pa Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? Y a plus de tendresse, on se déteste, Y a plus de magie, tant pis. Y a des amours tendresse qui savent pardonner, Y a des histoires de fesses ou de complicité, Les sanglots des violons, comme disait Verlaine, Pleurent sur ma chanson, je veux quelqu'un qui m'aime Mais toi et moi, quel amour, quelle histoire ! Mais toi et moi, je ne peux plus y croire ! Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ?On ne peut pas bâtir sur l'eau, faire d'histoire sans héro Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? C'est comme una symphonia, uvanto patso di folia que pa Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? Y a plus de tendresse, on se déteste, Y a plus de magie, tant pis. Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? Je veux une femme qui m'aimerait vraiment Qui aurait envie d'un enfant. Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ?Je voudrais une femme qui me donnerait son âme Une femme qui saurait comme m' quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ? Je voudrais une femme qui comprend, qui m'attend, Qui voudrait me faire un enfant, Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ?