Eblouis-moiMon soleil à moi, c'est toi Prends garde à toi Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi Tourne autour de moi,
Mon soleil à moi, c'est toi Surtout n'oublie pas,
Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
Quand nous nous sommes rencontrés,
en décembre, il y a un an Tu avais un drôle d'air Tu étais incandescent Quand il y avait des sourires,
Bêtes, à chaque instant Tu m'étais un peu trop cher Fallait prendre de la distance
Eblouis-moi,
Mon soleil à moi, c'est toi Prends garde à toi
Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
Tu disais que la déception,
Nous on la connaîtrait pas,
Moi j'y croyais Puis tu t'es un peu détaché, et là, soudain Eh bien j'y croyais plus T'es revenu, t'as beaucoup parlé, t'avais toujours ton drôle d'air incandescent Alors j'ai fait semblant, et tu y as crû Et depuis, j'te laisse à ton illusion
Détourne-toi Ton soleil à toi, c'est moi Et puis oublie-moi Ton mirage à toi, c'est moi
English translation : DAZZLE MEDazzle me My sun, it is you Take care of yourself Your mirage, it is me Turn around me, My sun, it is you Don’t forget, Your mirage, it is me
When we met, in December, a year ago You had a funny look You were incandescent When there were silly smiles, at every moment You were a little too dear I Had to keep my distance
Dazzle me My sun, it is you Take care of yourself Your mirage, it is me Turn around me, My sun, it is you Don’t forget, Your mirage, it is me
You said we would never know disappointment, I believed it Then somehow, you became a little distant, and then, suddenly Well, I no longer believed
You came back, you talked a lot, you still had your funny incandescent look So I pretended, and you believed me And since then, I leave you to your illusion
Turn away Your sun, it is me And then forget me Your mirage to you, it's me
Letras [...] Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, accordion & [...]Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, accordion & piano.
J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis) J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur
English translation : I dreamt you were living I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing. In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Accordions, [...]Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Accordions, piano & double-bass.
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, electric guitar, [...]Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, electric guitar, keyboard & rhythm.
Italiano
Delle toppe sulle
braghe Salteggio sulle bancarelle Ventiquattro biglie in tasca
Una fionda nella sacca Di piccioni faccio strage
Frego fiori e caramelle Per darle poi alle più belle Perche di tutta la tribu La più bella sei tu E mi piaci sempre più
Ma perche fai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Ma ancor non ho i capelli bianchi E non siedo più tra i banchi Sento adesso il tuo sguardo Che mi segue a mezzodi Nella piazza e nel cortil' Ma come le sai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Poi la vita é andata come va E t'ho rivisto ieri in città Col marito e il visone La mammina e il babbino Il bambino e il babbuino Li ho capito che Domani Tu mi sposerai
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Ma l'ha detto solo a me
Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Che l’ha detto solo a me
Français
Des pantalons rafistolés Je sautille sur les étals 24 billes dans en poche Une fronde dans ma sacoche Des pigeons je fais des carnages
Je fauche des fleurs et des bonbons Pour les offrir ensuite aux plus belles
Parce que de toute la petite bande La plus belle c’est toi Et tu me plais toujours plus
Mais pourquoi tu fais tout ça On me demande de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l'a dit Mais elle l'a dit seulement à moi
Mais je n’ai pas encore de cheveux blancs Je ne m’assieds plus sur les bancs de l’école
Je sens maintenant ton regard Qui me suit tous les midis Sur la place et aux alentours
Mais comment sais-tu sais ces choses là Me demande-t-on de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Puis la vie s’est passée comme elle s’est passée Et je t’ai revue hier en ville Avec ton mari et ta fourrure de vison Ta petite mère et ton petit père Tes enfants et ton babouin
Et là j’ai compris que Demain tu m’épouseras
C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi Maudite soit la lune Qui ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Letras [...] Song sung in French. 10's & 20's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, piano & [...]Song sung in French. 10's & 20's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
La vie n'est pas facile, pour une gamine de seize ansqui n'a plus de famille, et encor' moins d'argent,Elle coup' et coud toute la semaine à l'atelier des mouchoirs,mais le dimanche elle est reine de la danse au bal du soir.
Tourne vire, virevolte, la belle d'un pied léger,tourne vire, virevolte, c'est venu le temps d'aimer.
Elle a jolie frimousse, et le coeur innocent,des rêves qui la poussent vers un prince charmant,et c'est en mai qu'il lui arrive, l'invite pour un pas de deux D'une valse il l'enivre et les voilà amoureux.
Ils se sont mariés, ont brûlé la belle saisonla guerre est déclarée, il doit par-tir au front!A la gare ils se quittent en agitant leur mou-choir,"Je reviendrai bien vit' et je t'écrirai chaque soir"
Sur le chemin des Dames, le voilà soudain foudroyé,elle n'a pas assez de larmes pour son malheur noyer,mais pour la vie jolie grisette tu ne peux t'enfermer, dimanche à la guinguette tu retourneras danser.
English translation : Twirl
Life is not easy for a girl of sixteenWho’s got no family and no moneyShe cuts and sews all week long in the handkerchief factoryBut on Sundays she is the queen of the ball Spin, turn, twirl, the light-footed beautySpin, turn, twirl, the time has come to love She has a cute little face, and a pure heartDreaming of her prince charmingAnd in May he arrives, invites her to a pas de deuxWith a waltz he steals her heart, and they are lovers They got married, lived life to the full, war is declared, he must leave for the frontat the station they say their goodbyes waving the handkerchiefs“I’ll be back soon, and I’ll write every night On the Chemin des Dames, he is suddenly struckShe has not enough tears to drown her sadness,But don’t lock yourself away pretty girlNext Sunday you will be back dancing at the guinguette.
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, electric [...]Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, piano & rhythm.
ItalianoTu Era bello il tuo vestito blu Lungo lago sai che non c'è piu La riva del nostro grande amore Solo nebbia e vento freddo qua E il velo bianco dell'umidità Ammanta i miei ricordi di grigiore
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
Tu Vedo riflesso il tuo vestito blu Al lungolago non ci vieni più Lo sai che un ricordo consola Un bel sorriso e poi quell'aria scura Tu ridevi della mia paura E io ti ho lasciato partir sola
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Forse tu non lo sai Stasera…avrò la mia primavera
Ora, E un spettro quel vestito blu Il nostro lungolago non c'e piu Portami La primavera
Français
Toi Il était beau ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac tu sais qu’il n’y a plus La rive de notre grand amour Seuls le brouillard et le vent froid Et le voile blanc de l’humidité Enveloppe mes souvenirs de gris
Où es-tu, que fais-tu ? Avec qui es-tu ? Maintenant qui le sait L’amour va et vient.
Et si tu revenais Si je me souvenais Maintenant qui le sait Ce soir....un nouveau printemps
Je vois une illusion de ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac nous n’allons plus Sais-tu qu’un souvenir console Un beau sourire et puis cet air sombre Tu riais de ma peur Et je t’ai laissé partir seule
Letras [...] Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Male singer & [...]Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Male singer & accordion.
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé, On va r'prendre les tranchées, Notre place est si utile Que sans nous on prend la pile. Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez, Personn' ne veut plus marcher, Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot On dit adieu aux civ'lots. Même sans tambour, même sans trompette, On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête. Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour, Adieu toutes les femmes. C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours, De cette guerre infâme. C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau, Qu'on doit laisser sa peau Car nous sommes tous condamnés Nous sommes les sacrifiés !Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance, Pourtant on a l'espérance Que ce soir viendra la r'lève Que nous attendons sans trêve. Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence, On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance, C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied, Qui vient pour nous remplacer. Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
English translation : Craonne Song When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches, Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians, Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads. Good-bye to life, good-bye to love, Good-bye to all you women, It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die. We're the ones that they're sacrificing A week in the trenches, a week of suffering, And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer Who's coming to take over from us. Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying. Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers Are going to go on strike. It'll be your turn, fat cats, To go up onto the plateau. And if you want war, Then pay for it with your own skins. On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch All the fat cats whooping it up For them life is good But for us it's not the same Instead of hiding, all these shirkers Would do better by going up to the trenches To defend what they have, because we have nothing All of us poor wretches All our comrades are buried there Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here
Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. [...]Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. Solo accordion.
Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. [...]Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. Solo accordion.
Letras [...] Folk-blues song. Intro with a capella voice. Male vocal, acoustic picking & slide [...]Folk-blues song. Intro with a capella voice. Male vocal, acoustic picking & slide guitars.
I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) Ho............................. 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x3)
I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3) 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2) Ho............................. 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x3)
Respiro, respiro della sposa ora lasciata, Respiro respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva. Français
Bleu, La couleur de la liberté Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît
Un souffle Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive ?) Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas Un soupir, Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive
English
Blue The colour of freedom Blue, purity and immensity Up there where the world begins and ends Up there where the sun shines and disappears
A breath
On the white sail in the distance A breath on a man who will never return A sigh,
A sigh of the bride left alone A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore
Letras [...] Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, [...]Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Letras [...] Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, piano, clarinet [...]Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, piano, clarinet & flute.
On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.
Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.
Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or
English translation : PARIS TOUJOURS In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss On a station platform
Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold
Letras [...] Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano & string [...]Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
Je n’ai que ton amourPour baigner de douceurLa fuite de nos joursOublier nos malheurs.Cette route insensée Epuise notre sangPourquoi vivre accabléLorsque l’on s’aime tant Je n’ai que ton amourPour enflammer ma vieDans ta force infinieJe me love sans détourTu réchauffe mon cœurApaise mon chagrinPourquoi tout ce bonheur Aurait-il une fin Je n’ai que ton amourDans mon sang dans ma chairEt ma gorge se serreAttendant ton retourDes automnes durant.Le bois mort de nos viesCouvrira nos printemps Et nos amours finis
English translation :
I’ve only got your love I’ve only got your loveTo sweetly batheThe passing of our daysTo forget our unhappinessThis road without senseDrains us of blood,Why live despondentWhen we
love each other so much I’ve only got your loveto light up my lifeI unhesitatingly bury myself In your infinite strengthYou recandle my heaertSweeten my sadnessWhy must all this happinessCome to an end I’ve only got your loveIn my flesh and bloodAnd the tears well upAwaiting your returnFor so many autumnsThe dead wood of our livesWill cover our springtimesAnd our lost love
Letras [...] Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female singer, accordion [...]Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female singer, accordion & small ensemble.
Il y aura toujours un p'tit air de rengaineAu fond d'une cour, sur les bords de la SeineUn refrain qui conjugue l'amourEt puisLes amants de ParisIl y aura toujours une frêle guinguettePour danser à deux, pour s'aimer en cachetteUn hôtel à trois pas du faubourgOù l'on confond la nuit et le jour Il est au fin fond d’une impasseUne maison où l'on s'enlaceA l'abri des sombres regardsDes bourgeois qui passent le soirIl n'y a même pas de terrasseMais chacun y trouve sa placeEt dans un coin l'accordéonOffre alors à chacun sa chanson
English translation : There will always be There will always beA little old songIn a courtyard, on the banks of the SeineA refrain which bindsAmour with the lovers of ParisThere will always beA creaky guingetteTo dance together, to love in secretAn hotel stone’s throw from the faubourgWhen night and day entwine Down the end of an alleyA house where we entwineAway from the dark looksOf the bourgeoisie passing by in the eveningThere is not even a terraceBut everyone can find their placeAnd in a corner the accordionOffers each their song
Letras [...] Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, [...]Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, flute, string ensemble & trumpet.
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Letras [...] Carefree & peaceful. Male voice, folk guitar, celesta & tambourine.
Sois coolFais-le bienDis-le aussi fort que tu peux si tu veuxFais-le coolRends-moi fortRends-moi completJ’ai attendu tellement longtemps.Elle est toujours dans ma têteElle est juste là devant mes yeuxElle ne s’en ira jamaisQuand elle est là,Je sens que la vie est plutôt okSois coolFais-le bienDis-le aussi fort que tu peux si tu veuxFais-le coolRends-moi fortNous avons toujours nous-même
Italiano: Alla mattina appena alzata O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao Alla mattina appena alzata In risaia mi tocca andar.
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao E fra gli insetti e le zanzare Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Il capo in piedi col suo bastone E noi curve a lavorar.
O mamma mia o che tormento O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao O mamma mia o che tormento Lo t'invoco ogni doman.
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo Noi perdiam la gioventù.
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà.
Français: Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.
Anglais: In the morning I got up Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful) In the morning I got up To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And between insects and mosquitoes A hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao The boss is standing with his cane And we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh my god, what a torment As I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And every hour that we pass here We lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao But the day will come when us all Will work in freedom.
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.
Italiano Ritornello :
Ballare, Ballare si si si si Tornare Tornare no no no no Girare si, cantare si Dormire no
Strofe :
Dipingi con la matita nera Il contorno dei tuoi occhi verdi Uno sguardo di felina Nottambula Tu tracci disegni scolpisci Petali di rose rosse Sul’orlo delle tue labbra Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Ondeggia il tuo corpo snello E Piano pian’ il tuo profumo Diffonde in mezzo alla folla Nottambula Anche ad occhi chiusi Lo sai ché notan' solo te
Al chiarore della luna
Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Français
Refrain :
Danser, oui
Danser, oui Rentrer, non Rentrer, non, Tourner oui, chanter oui Dormir, non !
Couplets :
Tu soulignes au crayon noir le contour de tes yeux verts Un regard de féline Noctambule Tu traces, dessines et découpes Des pétales de roses rouges Sur l'ourlet de tes lèvres Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Ton corps mince ondule Et petit à petit ton parfum Se diffuse dans la foule Noctambule Même avec les yeux fermés Tu sais qu'ils ne voient que toi Dans la clarté de la lune Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
English
Chorus
Dance Dance yes Go home no Go home no Spin around yes, sing yes Sleep no
Verse
You underline in black crayon The curve of your green eyes A feline look Nocturnal You trace, draw and cut out Petals of red roses On the edge of your lips You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Your slim body sways And little by little your sent Wafts over the crowd Nocturnal Even with your eyes closed You know that they see only you By the light of the moon You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, [...]Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.
English
Chorus
Dance Dance yes Go home no Go home no Spin around yes, sing yes Sleep no
Verse
You underline in black crayon The curve of your green eyes A feline look Nocturnal You trace, draw and cut out Petals of red roses On the edge of your lips You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Your slim body sways And little by little your sent Wafts over the crowd Nocturnal Even with your eyes closed You know that they see only you By the light of the moon You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora… Italiano Ritornello :
Ballare, Ballare si si si si Tornare Tornare no no no no Girare si, cantare si Dormire no
Strofe :
Dipingi con la matita nera Il contorno dei tuoi occhi verdi Uno sguardo di felina Nottambula Tu tracci disegni scolpisci Petali di rose rosse Sul’orlo delle tue labbra Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Ondeggia il tuo corpo snello E Piano pian’ il tuo profumo Diffonde in mezzo alla folla Nottambula Anche ad occhi chiusi Lo sai ché notan' solo te
Al chiarore della luna
Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Français
Refrain :
Danser, oui
Danser, oui Rentrer, non Rentrer, non, Tourner oui, chanter oui Dormir, non !
Couplets :
Tu soulignes au crayon noir le contour de tes yeux verts Un regard de féline Noctambule Tu traces, dessines et découpes Des pétales de roses rouges Sur l'ourlet de tes lèvres Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Ton corps mince ondule Et petit à petit ton parfum Se diffuse dans la foule Noctambule Même avec les yeux fermés Tu sais qu'ils ne voient que toi Dans la clarté de la lune Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, [...]Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
Le premier amour Sera pour toujours le plus beau Le premier amour sera pour toujours le plus fort A l’horizon quand le ciel s’obscurcit, On ne s’en aperçoit pas Mais le premier amour ne se vit qu’une seule fois.
Le premier regard Reste dans mes rêves Le premier regard reste Dans mon coeur Dans nos yeux tant, tant de promesses Qu’un seul battement de cil Peut donner assez d’amour pour l’éternité.
Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus doux Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus sincère Quand nos mains se séparent Quand nous devons nous dire au revoir Alors « à demain » sonne comme « adieu ».
English
The first love Will always be the finest The first love Will always be the deepest On the horizon as the sky is fading We don’t realize it But the first love only lives once.
The first look Stays in my dreams The first look
Stays in my heart In our eyes, so many, so many promesses That one blink of an eye Can give enough love for eternity.
The first kiss Will always be the sweetest The first kiss Will always be the more sincere When our hands part When we must say goodbyes Then “goodbye” sounds “adieu”.
Letras [...] Jazz song / cool jazz / smooth jazz / bossa nova. Refined, relax, nocturnal & [...]Jazz song / cool jazz / smooth jazz / bossa nova. Refined, relax, nocturnal & charming. Trio jazz with female singer.
Não é fácil ver ao tempo que là esta passando Flutuando em nossas mentes, não quero ver ninguém E se fosse por mim Eu ficaria sozinho na minha árvore nunca saindoLembrar de você é como esquecer meu coração Você não deixou o traço do nosso imenso amor Saber quantas vezes eu poderia ter mudado Você não quer ver ninguém tampouco ser encontradoSolidão doi a alma e pode destruí-la Coração aberto revela novos sentimentos
Smooth jazz / piano bar / bossa nova / underscore. Refined, relax, nocturnal & charming. [...]Smooth jazz / piano bar / bossa nova / underscore. Refined, relax, nocturnal & charming. Jazz quartet. Piano solo @ 1'26.
A Paris les jours sansJe deviens une étrangèreAveuglée d’un ciel trop blanc Dont la poitrine se serre Dans le froid étouffantL’indifférente atmosphèreLe gris-noir environnant Des avenues sans mystère A Paris les jours sansTu te fermes comme un livreAmour abonné absentPlus rien de moi ne t’enivre Est-ce toi mon amantDans ce regard qui esquiveDans les mots trop hésitantsD’un fantôme à la dérive ? Eternels impatientsSommes nous de gourmandisesD’un bonheur incandescentQui fait fondre la banquise
Réchauffe les continentsRedresse la tour de PiseMets nos voiles sous le ventEt nous emmène à Venise A Paris les jours sansC’est le monde qui me quitteMais que deviendrais-je sansMe blottir toute petite Dans tes bras m’accueillantMe disant « vas pas si vite ! »Un jour avec un jour sansLe bonheur çà se mérite
A Paris les jours sansDe passion je n’en ai qu’uneDes blessures j’en ai centAlors poses sur ma lune Tes deux mains frémissantComme le vent sur la duneQue même par mauvais tempsPlus rien ne nous importune
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. Male choir & [...]Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. Male choir & acoustic guitar. Constant accelaration.
Italiano :Una mattina mi sono alzatoO bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Una mattina mi sono alzato E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano portami via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano portami via Ché mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se muoio da partigiano Tu mi devi seppellir
E seppellire lassù in montagna O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E seppellire lassù in montagna Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior
Tutte le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno Mi diranno: che bel fior
E quest' è il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Quest'è il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà.
Français :Un matin, je me suis réveillé Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Un matin, je me suis réveillé Et j'ai trouvé l'envahisseur
Ô ! partisan emportes-moi Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Ô ! Partisan emporte-moi Je me sens prêt à mourir.
Et si je meurs en partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et si je meurs en partisan Tu devras m'enterrer.
Tu devras m'enterrer là-haut sur la montagne Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Ciao, ciao Au revoir, au revoir Tu devras m'enterrer la haut sur la montagne A l'ombre d'une belle fleur.
Tous les gens qui passeront Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et les gens qui passeront Me diront «quelle belle fleur»
Et c'est la fleur du partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir C'est la fleur du partisan Mort pour la liberté. Anglais:One morning I awakened, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao! (Goodbye beautiful) One morning I awakened And I found the invader.
Oh partisan carry me away, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh partisan carry me away Because I feel death approaching.
And if I die as a partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And if I die as a partisan Then you must bury me.
Bury me up in the mountain, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Bury me up in the mountain Under the shade of a beautiful flower.
And all those who shall pass, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And all those who shall pass Will tell me "what a beautiful flower."
This is the flower of the partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom
Letras [...] Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, electric guitar, [...]Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, brass & rhythm.
ItalianoDivent' un uomo fatto, Lei torna ragazza, ma quanto sto bene, quando quando ma quanto sto bene, quà , tra le braccia di tua madre!
Ha la pudore d'una bimba, E la dolcezza d'una mamma, l'appettito di una leonessa, e l'esperienza d'una regina, ah...
Le pesche non mi piacciono se sono verdi, Le pere, non mi piacciono se sono dure, le donne sono com' i frutti, migliore se sono mature. Lei sa placar' il mio ardore Posso gli aprir' il mio cuore, Dice che io la faccio ridere ma non mi parla di matrimonio!
Français
Je deviens un homme mûr Elle redevient jeune fille Mais qu’est-ce que je me sens bien
Quand, quand Qu'est-ce que je suis bien Là, dans les bras de ta mère
Elle a la pudeur d'une enfant Et la douceur d'une mère L'appétit d'une lionne Et l'expérience d'une reine, ah...
Les pêches ne me plaisent pas si elles sont vertes Les poires ne me plaisent pas si elles sont dures Les femmes sont comme les fruits Meilleures quand elles sont mûres
Elle sait calmer mon ardeur Je peux lui ouvrir mon cœur Elle dit que je la fais rire Mais ne parle pas de mariage.
English
I am becoming a mature man She is becoming a young girl How good I feel When when How good I feel Here in your mother’s arms
She has a child’s modesty And a sweetness of a mother The appetite of a lioness And the experience of a queen, ah…
I don’t like peaches when they’re green I don’t like pears when they’re hard Women are like fruit Better when they are ripe
She knows how to cool my ardour I can open my heart to her She says that I make her laugh But don’t talk to me about marriage
Letras [...] French song. Lounge music / romantic comedy / bossa nova. Relax, light & frivolous. [...]French song. Lounge music / romantic comedy / bossa nova. Relax, light & frivolous. Electric guitar solo @ 1'26. Female singer, electric guitar, electric keyboard & rhythm.
Réveillée par la lumière D’une après-midi d’hiver Je n’arrive pas à oublier La chanson que tu fredonnais Oh j’aimerais tant changer d’air Avec toi partir à la mer
Je suis à l’ombre d’un palmier Et dans l’air doux de l’été je sens mon cœur chavirer
Si tu reviens me chercher, j’aimerais bien t’amener Sur les vagues dériver
Et je sais que bientôt l’ été ramènera nos baisers Je suis à l’ombre d’un palmier Et dans l’air doux de l’été je sens mon cœur chavirer
Si tu reviens me chercher, j’aimerais bien t’emmener Sur les vagues dériver
Sur la plage je t’attendrai et jusqu’au large je nagerai Sous la lune La nuit sera comme un secret et les Etoiles l’éternité Nous arrêter
Je suis à l’ombre d’un palmier Et dans l’air doux de l’été je sens mon cœur chavirer
Si tu reviens me chercher, j’aimerais bien t’amener Sur les vagues dériver
English translation :
ONE SUMMER EVENING Awakened by the light One winter afternoon I cannot forget The song you were humming Oh, I'd so much like a change of air Go with you to the sea
I am in the shade of a palm tree And in the sweet air of summer, I feel my heart capsize
If you come back to get me, I'd like to take you drifting on the waves
And I know that soon summer will bring our kisses back I am in the shade of a palm tree And in the sweet air of summer, I feel my heart capsize
If you come back to get me, I'd like to take you drifting on the waves
On the beach, I will wait for you and I will swim out to sea Beneath the moon The night will be as a secret and the stars eternity
I am in the shade of a palm tree And in the sweet air of summer, I feel my heart capsize
If you come back to get me, I'd like to take you drifting on the waves
Lounge music / underscore / bossa nova. Relax, light & frivolous. Electric guitar solo @ [...]Lounge music / underscore / bossa nova. Relax, light & frivolous. Electric guitar solo @ 1'26. Electric guitar, electric keyboard & rhythm.
Letras [...] French song. Twist / pop song / neo retro. Festive, driving & confident. Break @ [...]French song. Twist / pop song / neo retro. Festive, driving & confident. Break @ 1'33. Female singer, twangy guitar, electric keyboard & rhythm.
Je sais que tu l’aimes quand tu l’emmènes danser Sur la piste c’est la reine, belle à en crever Je sais que tu l’aimes quand elle te fait marcher Mais elle reste quand même belle à en crever, belle à en crever, belle à en crever
Elle est pour toi, tu es à elle Elle est pour toi elle est si belle Elle est pour toi, elle est … belle à en crever
Je sais que tu l’aimes quand tu la fais tourner Quand les pas s’enchainent, belle à en crever Je sais que tu l’aimes, elle te fait vibrer Elle sera ta reine, belle à en crever, belle à en crever, belle à en crever
Elle est pour toi, tu es à elle Elle est pour toi elle est si belle Elle est pour toi, elle est … belle à en crever Belle, belle, belle Belle à en crever
English translation : BEAUTIFUL TO DIE FOR
I know you love her, when you take her dancing On the dance floor, she’ s the queen, beautiful to die for I know you love her when she takes you for a ride But she is still beautiful to die for, beautiful to die for
She's for you, you're for her she is for you, she is so beautiful
she is for you, she is ... beautiful to die for
I know you love her when you spin her around One step after another , beautiful to die for I know you love her, she turns you on She will be your queen, beautiful to die for, beautiful to die for
She's for you, you're for her she is for you, she is so beautiful
Sur la plage,je sens le regard des garçons de tout âge, se poser sur moi, leurs visages sont pétrifiés par l'émoi. Soyez sages, et commandez vous des glaçons, car l'orage n'est pas de saison, quel dommage de risquer l'insolation !
REFRAINComme des tournesols attirés par mes cheveux blonds, les parasols changent soudain de direction. Allongée, je repense à ce garçon de café ses lèvres sucrées, ce baiser je crois qu'il me l'a volé. Bikini, et chapeau de paille l'après midi, coule lentement, je m'ennuie, de retrouver mon amant. C'est l'été, quelques jours encore pour nous aimer, ne pas s'oublier Saint Tropez, il faudra bien se quitter.
English translation : THE PARASOLS OF ST-TROPEZ
On the beach, I sense the boys of all ages looking at me, Their faces are rigid with emotion.
Take care, and order ice cubes,
because there is no storm in the air,
It would be too bad if you got sunstroke!
Like sunflowers attracted to my blonde hair,
Parasols suddenly change direction Lying down, I think back to that waiter, his sugary lips, this kiss I think he stole it from me.
Bikini and straw hat,
the afternoon passes slowly,
I'm anxious to find my lover again.
It's summer, a few more days for us to love
Don’t forget Saint-Tropez, we will have to leave each other.
Letras [...] French song. Pop rock. Uplifting, catchy & sentimental. Male singer & rock band.
C’est la guerre autour de nous mon amourallez avoue, allez avoue avoue, que ça te fait du bien que ça te fait plaisir qu’on fait ça pour rien juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir. et tout et tout et toujours tout puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où plus de romantisme Plus rien comme appui puisque que c’est parti c’est la guerre autour de nous mon amour soudés sous les treillis aux abris sous la tonnelle de fusils
J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures attendant qu’elles fleurissent je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où On a condamné l’ouverture on voulait voir, éclore le bout du tunnel de l’aventure j’ai creusé des tranchées sous ta bouche pas douée pour les baisers je te reconnais dans cette trêve qui te va si bien drapée dans l’étendard défendant au glaive ton petit bout de territoire mon petit bout de terrain, mon petit bout de terrain J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures attendant qu’elles fleurissent je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où On est vivant mon amour on est des géants le reste ne vaut rien c’est la guerre autour de nous. et c’est repartis mon amour les camouflets dissimulés enseveli, dévasté, par les assauts répétés on est vivant mon amour on est des géants c’est la guerre autour de nous. avoue que ça te fait du bien
qu’on fait ça pour rien
juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir Pour se faire rougir. English translation : IT'S WAR AROUND US MY LOVE
It's war around us my love
Own up, Own up it does you good, you like it
we do it to make us roar, to make us blush and all and everything and always
since it's gone, I do not know where, no more romance Nothing to lean on since it's gone it's war around us my love
Bound under shelters trellises under the rifles
I planted narcissi in your chapped lips waiting for them to bloom
I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face
since it's gone, I do not know where
We have condemned the opening we wanted to see,the light at the end of the tunnel, of the adventure I dug trenches under your mouth, not great for kisses I recognize you in this truce which suits you so well
draped in the banner, defending with your sword your little piece of territory
my little piece of land, my little piece of land
I planted narcissi in your chapped lips waiting for them to bloom
I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face
since it's gone, I do not know where
We are alive my love and we are giants
the rest is worthless, it's war around us and it's gone my love, hidden insults buried, devastated, by repeated assaults
We are alive my love and we are giants
the rest is worthless, it's war around us Own up, Own up it does you good, you like it
Letras [...] Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & [...]Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female singer, folk guitar & piano.
Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh
Letras [...] Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & [...]Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female singer, folk guitar, electric guitar & rhythm.
Elle disait tant de chosesDu chant de la vie en roseErreur je supposeC’était oh baby oh baby oh Elle parlait poésieLa rose c’est la vieLe ciel entr’elle et lui maisC’était oh baby oh baby oh Je buvais dans son verreSi grand si vert si troublantSes nus célibatairesSi grands sévères se mouvantDedans Je l’avais mal compriseLa chanson de la promiseC’était à ma surprisePlutôt baby oh baby oh
Letras [...] Jazz song / hollywood classic / jazz swing. Lively, classy & refined. Big band with [...]Jazz song / hollywood classic / jazz swing. Lively, classy & refined. Big band with crooner, piano, brass hits & rhythm.
Most of all I love youAnd more than this, I need youI dream of you all day longI’m just like a childI must say Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI’m so sad; it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsThose tears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsTears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,You’re my girl,And most of all I love you
Jazz swing / hollywood classic / romantic comedy. Relax, classy & lively. Big band with [...]Jazz swing / hollywood classic / romantic comedy. Relax, classy & lively. Big band with solo trumpet, piano, brass hits & rhythm.
I feel the same way day after dayI walk the same ground around and aroundEvery day I try to chart it The shattered map that was my heartAnd it comes apart and I fall apartYou could say I lost my wayYou could say I love you I see the same sign time after timeI see the same light night after nightIf I could go back to the source I’d sell the well and buy a horseAnd give my kingdom back of courseYou could say I’m way off courseYou could say I love you We are the same stuff enough is enoughWe have the same dream a dream is a dreamNot a moment passes byWhen I don’t believe that you and ICould leave all the others high and dryYou could say I lost my wayYou could say I love you
Letras [...] Jazz song / smooth jazz / pop song. Nocturnal, suspended & relax. Voice duo, piano, [...]Jazz song / smooth jazz / pop song. Nocturnal, suspended & relax. Voice duo, piano, double bass & rhythm.
I feel the same way day after dayI walk the same ground around and aroundEvery day I try to chart it The shattered map that was my heartAnd it comes apart and I fall apartYou could say I lost my wayYou could say I love you I see the same sign time after timeI see the same light night after nightIf I could go back to the source I’d sell the well and buy a horseAnd give my kingdom back of courseYou could say I’m way off courseYou could say I love you We are the same stuff enough is enoughWe have the same dream a dream is a dreamNot a moment passes byWhen I don’t believe that you and ICould leave all the others high and dryYou could say I lost my wayYou could say I love you
Letras [...] Determined & positive. Male voice, folk guitar & rhythm.
Il y avait trop de dope hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.On peut sentir les vents errantsSoufflant dans nos cheveux de montagneSur ces anciennes routes, le monde se réveille.Il y avait trop de fantôme hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.As-tu déjà vu cette routeIl y avait trop d’amour hier soir !Montre-moi ce que tu as, ce que tu as.
