Ardit Gjebrea & Inva Mula 'te dua'
Pershkrimi videos:The Albanian artists, Ardit Gjebrea and Inva Mula performing live the song 'te dua'.
Ardit Gjebrea is a great singer, composer, host..
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Inva Mulla Tchako,Inva Mula (alternative spellings Inva Mula-Çako, Inva Mula-Tchako, Inva Mula Tchako, Inva Mulla Tchako) (born 1963) is an opera singer born in Tirana, Albania to Kosovar Albanian parents. She is perhaps best-known to the American pop culture as the soprano voice behind the Diva in the film The Fifth Element. She comes from an artistic family and began her opera career at a very early age.
In The Fifth Element she performed an aria from Donnizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor (the mad scene) and "The Diva Dance" song.
In 1987 she won the "Cantante d'Albania" competition in Tirana and in 1988 the George Enescu Competition in Bucharest. In 1992 she won the "Butterfly" Competition in Barcelona outright. She received an award at the first Placido Domingo contest in Paris, 1993. A CD of the event was released. She later performed in various concerts with the famous tenor at the Opéra Bastille, and with Brussels for "Europalia Mexico", in Munich, and in Oslo.
Her husband, Pirro Çako, is a well-known singer and composer from Albania. Her father, Avni Mula, is a composer.
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| Ardit Gjebrea - Eja | Diva Dance - The Fifth Element | Blerina duke kercyer Xhinxhilen e Ardit Gjebrese |
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| Ardit Gjebrea - Eja | Diva Dance - The Fifth Element | Blerina duke kercyer Xhinxhilen e Ardit Gjebrese |
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can anybody translate the text and tell me where to get the song?
I love you
Whenever my hand
Touches your naked body
And the sweaty bed looks like a cloud
With your shaky hands, and the eyes of a child
Suddenly you ask me "are there any others like us?"
Then the clock stops and the Earth does not revolve
The moon explodes and the wind does not blow
With tense muscles, in a waiting of a wait
You again whisper "we will die, too"
Now I ask "Are there any other ones like us?"
And again the clock stops, Earth does not revolve
The moon explodes and the wind does not blow
With tense muscles, in a waiting of a wait
You again whisper "we will die, too"
(I'm not sure, but it remembers me a poem of I.Kadaré)