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Italiano

Fenesta vascia 'e padrona crudele,
Quanta suspire mm'haje fatto jettare!...
Mm'arde stu core, comm'a na cannela,
Bella, quanno te sento annommenare!
Oje piglia la 'sperienza de la neve!
La neve? Fredda e se fa maniare...
E tu comme si' tanta aspra e crudele?!
Muorto mme vide e nun mme vu? ' ajutare!?...

Vorr? A addeventare no picciuotto,
Co na langella a ghire vennenn'acqua,
Pe' mme ne j? Da chisti palazzuotte:
Belli ffemmene meje, ah! Chi v? ' acqua...
Se vota na nennella da ll? 'ncoppa:
Chi? 'sto ninno ca va vennenn'acqua?
E io responno, co parole accorte:
So' lacreme d'ammore e non? Acqua!...

Finestra bassa di una padrona crudele,
quanti sospiri mi hai fatto buttare.
Mi arde questo cuore, come una candela,
bella quando ti sento nominare.


Prendi l'esperienza della neve.
La neve e' fredda e si fa toccare.
E tu come sei tanto aspra e crudele?
Mi vedi morto e non mi vuoi aiutare?


Vorrei diventare un bambino,
con una lancella andare e vendere acqua,
per andarmene via da questi palazzotti.
Belle donne mie, ah. Chi vuole acqua.


Si gira una ragazza da li sopra:
"Chi e' questo ragazzo che vende acqua?"
E io rispondo, con parole misurate:
"Sono lacrime d'amore e non e' acqua".



Français

Fenêtre basse d’une maîtresse cruelle,
que de soupirs tu m’as fait gaspiller…
mon cœur brûle comme une bougie,
ma belle, si j’entends prononcer ton nom !
Prends donc exemple sur la neige :
elle est froide, mais elle se laisse caresser,
et avec moi, tu es si âpre et cruelle,
que tu me vois mourir et tu ne veux pas m’aider ?

Je voudrais devenir un vendeur ambulant,
qui vend l’eau avec sa carafe,
pour crier d’une maison à l’autre :
“Mes belles femmes, qui veut de l’eau ?”
Et une fille me voit de son balcon et me dit :
“Qui est ce garçon qui vend de l’eau ?”
et je lui répondrais avec des mots attristés :
“Ce sont des larmes d’amour, ce n’est pas de l’eau !.....”


English

Low window of cruel mistress,
How many sighs I made for you!
My heart burns, like a candle
When I hear your name, my beauty!


Oh, be like the snow!
The snow is cold but one can touch it.
And you, how can you be so stern and cruel?
Seeing me dying, don't you want to help me?

I wish I was a boy again
Who sells water in a street,
To go away from here to big houses:
Dear ladies! Ah! Who wants some water?

If any girl asks from balcony:
"Who is this guy who sells water?"
I'll answer ,with reserve:
"It's my tears of love, it's not water!"

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur
Seront tous en fête
Les belles auront la folie en tête
Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant
Des pendants d'oreilles
Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles
Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvantQuand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour
Evitez les belles
Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles
Je ne vivrai point sans souffrir un jour
Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Vous aurez aussi des peines d'amourJ'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
C'est de ce temps-là que je garde au cœur
Une plaie ouverte
Et Dame Fortune, en m'étant offerte
Ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur
J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur


English translation :
Cherry Time
When we will sing of the cherry timeAnd gay nightingale and mocking blackbirdWill all be happy as locksThe fair ladies will have folly in mindAnd lovers sunshine in their heartsWhen we will sing of the cherry timeThe mocking blackbird will chirp even better
But it’s quite short, the cherry timeWhen the two of us go dreaming as we pickCherry earingsCherries of love in matching dressesFalling under the leaves like drops of bloodBut it is quiet short, the cherry timeCoral pendants we pick while we dream
When you will be in the cherry timeAnd you’re afraid of love’s sadnessAvoid the fair ladiesI not fearing the cruel painsI will live not one day without sufferingWhen you will be in the cherry timeYou too will feel the sadness of love
I will always love the cherry timeIt’s from this time that I keep in my heartAn open woundAnd Lady Fortune being offered to meCould never relieve my painI will always love the cherry timeAnd the memory I keep in my heart

FOR BETTER OR WORSEOne more day to wake up with the sunStarring at the steam of his hot coffee
behind him his family
He’s been trying, trying hard but there’s no mercyIt’s one more day to accept his destinyIf it’s cold outside, if he’s burning inside
No dreams and no needs
He’s gotta carry on
For better or worse, he would keep on
Dealing with hopes and blames
For better or worse, he’ll just carry on
Never reviving the flame
Frozen in the daily game
For better or worse.
One more day to stand up with the sun
She doesn’t even know if she slept last night
The pills are no longer workin’ so right
One more day to fight,
to fight with her own mind
Dizzy, empty, it’s freezing inside
The rooms don’t change, but the complain remains
Hoping of tomorrow and a new beginning
Today again she’ll end,
sittin in the dark
And carry on.
For better or worse, they would keep on
Dealing with hopes and blames
For better or worse, they just carry on
Never reviving the flame
Frozen in the daily game
One more day to head home with the risin’ sun
Like any other night she ran after the money
The black sunglasses can’t hide you honeyOne more day she’ll sleep away, she’ll sleep away her life
The smell of the strangers like a thousand knives
Cause she believed so wrong, her youth is runnin’She can’t find the right path, though her bell is ringin’
So she swears that the next day, she’ll new begin
But she’ll carry on..
For better or worse, they would keep on
Dealing with hopes and blames
For better or worse, they carry on
Never reviving the flame
Frozen in the daily game
I see them every morning, everyday
Did they ever know what it is to live for?
Have they ever seen the true picture or
Will they ever remember what their dreams were…For better or worse, they would keep on Dealing with hopes and blames
For better or worse, they just keep on Never reviving the flame
Frozen in the daily game
For better or worse.

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

A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent
A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie
A chaque fois que je surprends
Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants
Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences
Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs
Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie
Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles
J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour…
?
Tu seras de retour…
(Parlé)
Des volets bleus, une maison,
Sur la jetée de Quiberon,
Les jours heureux…
Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs,
Comme une résonnance de ton absence.

Peut-être un jour dans cette allée
Reviendras-tu passer l’été
?
Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai
?
Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches
Une caresse, une présence
Comme une douce amère incertitude…

English translation :

PERHAPS ONE DAY
Each time I wait for you
In the dark streets where the wind blows
Each time, I feel this melancholy
Each time I catch
In your notebooks, our fleeting looks
All those times where our evidences dance
On the yellowed canvas of our memories
A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy
Under the big linden tree where leaves are
piling up
I'm waiting ...
Perhaps
one
day ...?
You will be back ...

(Spoken)
Blue shutters, a house,
On Quiberon
quay,
Happy Days…
Flocks of migratory birds,
Like a resonance of your absence.

Perhaps
one
day in this
alleyway
Will you come back for the summer?
Perhaps
here, tomorrow,
Perhaps
in
the month of
May?
In the glow of your sleepless nights
A caress, a presence
Like a bitter
sweet uncertainty ...

I love these hollows and these hills
I love the early morning chills
I love the summer nights
When the sky is clear

I love these rocky roads and lanes
I love every single drop of rain
I love all these things because you're near

Because you're near to me
These are are clear to me

Clearer than they've ever been before
Because you're near to me
These are are dear to me
And I'm hoping you stay near forever more
Oh I'm hoping you stay near forever more

I love the holly and the hedgerow
I love it when the cool wind blows
I love the brown grass in the fields this time of year

I love every single rock and stone
in our little mountain home
I love all these things because you're near

Because you're near to me
These are are clear to me
Clearer than they've ever been before

Because you're near to me
These are are dear to me
And I'm hoping you stay near forever more
Yes I'm hoping you stay near forever more
Oh I'm hoping you stay near forever more

Home at last,the travel’s sure been a blast.So glad to be back,I’m so glad to be back.
What is that,under our bed.Sure as hell’s not mine.I’m sure that it’s not mine.
Should I pretendthat I’ve seen nothing ?Candlelight dinnerholding your hand.Should you pretendthat nothing happened ?Candlelight dinnerholding my hand.

I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally
To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want



























I’m gonna beOlder






Finally

Hard is watching time passing byFloating through our mindsI no longer want to see anybody and be found
And if it was for me
I’d stay alone in my tree like
An old owl, never getting out
An old owl, never getting out
Remembering you and I is like stabbing me by heart
You left not trace of our life that I can’t feel us so far
Hard is knowing how many times I could have turned around
You no longer want to see anybody and be found
Loneliness changes you deeply and can tear you apart
Sometimes showing out your heart can reveal a new regard

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

I love you anyway
Since the day you went away
Did’nt tell me that
You wouldn’t stay

I see you in my dreams
I don’t
know what it means
But Why do I MIND
If you don’t CARE

I love you anywhere
On a PLANE in the air
And if you stay so high MY
LOVE WILL never die

I love you
on the moon
I love you in that tune
Come an’ be fair
In this love affair

C’est fini
Mon chériC’est finiC’est la vieJe m’ennuieMais je t’oublieC’est la vieTant pis
Nous n’irons plus dans cette chambre bleueAvec un balcon sur la merNous n’aurons plus tous ces matins grisEnlacés mais solitaires


English translation :

It’s over
That’s lifeIt’s overMy darlingThat’s lifeI am boredBut I forget youThat’s lifeToo bad
We’ll never go again to that blue roomWith a balcony over the seaWe’ll never again see those grey morningsEntwined but alone

Il est venu le temps de l'amour automne,le temps de l'insouciance et des rires perdus,
il a soufflé le vent des soirs monotones et lents
l'amour automne, est venu doucement.
Il est si froid le temps de l'amour hiver,
quand plus rien ne se crée et que tout se perd
la neige a recouvert princesses et chevaliers blancs
l'amour hiver a glacé les amants
Comme il est loin le temps de l'amour printemps,
son parfum éphémère, ses manèges d'antan
il dure qu'un instant, et puis, il est derrière
l'amour printemps, c'est celui des enfants.
English translation :AUTUMN
LOVE

Came the time of autumn love,
The time of
nonchalance
and lost laughter,
The
wind
blew in the slow
monotonous evenings
Autumn love came slowly.
The time of winter love
is
so cold,
When nothing
grows
and all is lost
The snow covered princesses and white knights
Winter love
froze lovers

How far
away
is the time of spring love,
Its ephemeral
fragrance,
the fairground rides
of yesteryear
It lasts only a moment, and then, it is
passed
Spring love is the Love
of children.

Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète
Qui t’a fait perdre la tête
?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit
Levant les yeux je me dis
:
Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis

Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage

Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom
Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte

English translation :
Moulin de La Galette
You couldn’t love meLike you should
Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself:
As long as
Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette
shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise
Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)

Come into the groove, if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion, start until the endCome into the move, if you want me aliveTrying a soul devotion, start until the end
Na, na, na,na,na , naNa, na, na, na
Keep into this world, with no lie and no sufferTrying a soul religion, start until the endKeep around this world, aint nobody could be betterGivin a soul position, start until the end
Start until the end
Come into the groove if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion start until the endCome into the move if you want to stay aliveTrying a soul devotion start until the end
Start until the end

Italiano
Blu,
il colore della libertà,

Blu, il chiarore dell' immensità,

Lassù, dove il mondo nasce e finisce

lassù, dove il sole splende e sparisce.

Soffio,
sulla vela bianca in balìa,

Soffio, su un uomo che non tornerà,

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

YOU CARRY THE VISION


Look at what we’ve achieved by nowPlace looks bigger with a field as a yardYou could put a hole in the groundFor sage and daffodils

Find your highConfirmation’s slowConstellation’s low

Feeling all but can’t be rainAnd I’ll never feel the same
All my children can’t do love and
SacrificeOh the tides are high
for you and me

You carried the vision
You carry the visionYou carry the visionYou carry the vision
Look at what we’ve achieved by nowThe place looks bigger with a field as a yard
Oh the sky’s clear enough to use

ItalianoIl nero,
Il nero che rimane e copre tutto
Da quando il fuoco è spento
Anche il tuo sguardo è svanito
Il nero


La cenere avvolge il ricordo
Ci siamo consumati
In troppe discussioni, questo è vero,
Ma ora un velo nero
Offusca il tuo cuor

Se potessi ravvivare
La fiamma del tuo amore
Nascerebbe una speranza
Come nasce un fiore dalla neve

A volte
Dalla cenere può nascere un fiore
Dalle tenebre una luce
Dalla notte un nuovo giorno, così
Per noi un’alba rosa
Solo per te

Se potessi ravvivare
La fiamma del tuo amore
Nascerebbe una speranza
Come nasce un fiore dalla neve

Se potessi ravvivare
La fiamma del mio amore
Ti proteggerei
Disegna un cerchio attorno al moi cuore
La grazia del tuo sguardo
Corri assieme a me
Vivi assieme a me
Guarda verso me
Amore


Français

Le noir qui reste et recouvre tout
Depuis que le feu est éteint
Ton regard même s’est évanouit
Le noir

Les cendres enveloppent le souvenir
Nous nous sommes consumés
Dans trop de discussions c’est certain
Mais maintenant un voile noir
Assombrit ton cœur

Si je pouvais raviver
La flamme de ton amour
L’espérance naitrait
Comme naît une fleur de la neige

Parfois
De la cendre peut naître une fleur
Des ténèbres une lumière
De la nuit un jour nouveau, ainsi
Pour nous une aube rose
Seulement pour toi

Si je pouvais raviver
La flamme de mon amour
Je te protègerais
Dessine un cercle autour de mon cœur
La grâce de ton regard
Court avec moi
Vit avec moi
Regarde vers moi
Amour


English

It’s the black that remains and covers everything
Since the fire went out
Even the look in your eyes has vanished
The black

Memory is shrouded in ash
We consumed ourselves
Too many discussions for sure
But now a black veil
Darkens your heart

If I could revive
The flame of your love
Hope would be born
Like a flower in the snow

Sometimes
From the cinders a flower is born
From the shadows comes light
From the night a new day
And so for us a rosy dawn
Only for you

If I could revive

the flame of my love
I would protect you
Draw a circle around my heart
The grace of your look
Walks with me
Lives with me
Watches with me
Love