CHANEL Cruise 2026 27 Show CHANEL Shows

The wheel of fortune goes spinning, oh, will the arrow point, will this be my day? The wheel of fortune, please don't pass me by. Let me know the magic of a kiss and a sigh. While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning, I'll not dream of winning fortune or even fame. While the wheel is turning, turning, turning, I'll be yearning, yearning. I think I can still hear, under the palm trees, his voice, tender and melodious, like a song of ravioli. At night, I will sing to you of beautiful delights, of charming memories, of intoxicating dreams. It's a famous three-leaf clover, like a bird. Iseo, Iseo Santillano, 18 of 400 tolos, I'm proud to be a mate. Let's hold the wave and let's hold the wind. Iseo, Iseo Santillano. If God wants us to play in the wind, we will go until San Francisco. Let's hold the wave and let's hold the wind. Iseo, Iseo Santillano. Who would have thought the heart would be broken by the fire of his hand. Iseo, Iseo Santillano. On the beach, where young lovers meet, you can see them there, as they set and build castles in the sand. Heavenly, she's so heavenly, when she smiles at you, and she helps you build castles in the sand. The time comes when you stop looking at me, for all dreams must come to an end. This memory happens in the sand, but we will wash them away. Come, come into my world, won't you lift me up? Come, I am for you. Come, come into my world, won't you lift me up? Come, I am for you. When a mermaid grows up, she must look to the future. She will soon be a woman who prepares to love. From the games of childhood and the past, her heart becomes more fragile. She seeks to find eternal love. I have already understood it, the great love will only come once. But life will be wonderful, I must wait for it. A star in the sky will lead me to you. Never fail to be polite, and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it. You hope and you dream, but you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies. And when it actually does, you expect it to feel different, more visceral, more real. I was waiting for it to hit me. It hit me. Towards the docks where weight and boredom curve my back, the boats arrive, their bellies full of fruit. They come from the end of the world, bringing with them vagabond ideas, reflections of blue skies, of mirages, dragging a peppered scent of unknown countries and eternal summers where almost no one lives on the beaches. I, who have known only the sky of the North all my life, I would like to dangle this gray around the edge. Take me to the end of the earth, take me to the land of wonders. It seems to me that misery would be less painful in the sun, in the bars at sunset with the sailors. When one speaks of a girl and of love, a glass in hand, I lose the notion of things, and suddenly my thought lifts me up and places me on a wonderful summer, on the strike, where I see in my arms the love that runs like a madman in front of me and I hang myself at the neck of my dream. When the bars close, let the sailors join their edge. I still dream until the morning, standing on the dock. Take me to the end of the earth.