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You Forget Me

You forget me like a love song when one has danced it too long.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
What to do to forget you—I think of you no matter what
in the hell where you threw me after our Bohemian times.
 
You forget me and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
You forget me—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
 
In my desperation, I write to you with a cry for help.
Silence—the companion of the night is the only answer I get.
It’s over and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
It’s over—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
 
You forget me like a love song on a broken record.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
 
If you forget me—me, for what do I live?
 

Franz (Adagio notturno D. 897)

Franz—
if your symphony
is unfinished,
what to say about a life
spanning so few years
when genius
can dream
of eternal childhood?
 
Oh Franz—
what woman hears
your song of love?
It seems too short.
Thirty-one springtimes—
that is so few days
for a heart so grand.
 
Vienna is far away
but the wind
holds the memory
of a child
who seemed
to Mozart
bound for success—
bound for fame.
Eternal
magician
of fate …
 
Franz—
if your symphony
is unfinished,
you live your madness
for eternity—
there, where harmony
and truth
are even more beautiful.
 
Oh Franz—
do you sometimes hear
those who believe in heaven—
and those who believe not:
the faithful pagans—
the Christians without crosses?
Sing
the immortal
Ave Maria!
 
Ave Maria!
 

I’m Not Afraid to Die with You

We went through winter together in search of a land of love.
We crossed the desert knowing that one day we would reach the ocean.
And since our two lives are but one life,
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 
La la la la la—la la la la
La la la la la la—la la la
 
When one of us lost hope, the other went on believing—still.
And each time we fell, a shared heart brought us back stronger.
For all these reasons that made up my song,
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 
La la la la la—la la la la
La la la la la la—la la la
 
We know each other so well that the future is in our hands—that’s all.
What happens tomorrow will never change anything ever again for us.
I want to tell you even so, as we say “I love you,”
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 

The River Between Us

Between the two of us, the river separates us as it flows.
The bridge, the old stone bridge, washed away tonight.
You, on the bank facing me, have unhappiness on your face.
My heart feels broken in half—tears are in my eyes.
My heart feels broken in half—tears are in my eyes.
 
Whether the clouds thunder or the sky is beautiful,
alone, on the riverbank, I feel envy for birds
who sing from morning to evening for their entire life—
and fly along the river to visit you—
and fly along the river to visit you.
 
Not you, not me—how sad that we know not how to swim—
let the winter arrive soon, let the water be frozen solid—
you, on the bank facing me—me, on my side.
We will walk across the ice to be together again.
We will walk across the ice to be together again.
 

Ten Thousand Years Still

To see rose gardens bloom—`
to listen to the sea and the sighing wind—
to dream under the stars—
for all that, we love.
 
To savor being home without wondering why—
the caress of angels as sweet as the summer—
between shadow and light—
some place between heaven and earth.
 
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you more and more.
 
To break down all the vain walls—
to feel a heart beat under a tender and fragile sun—
to burst forth in laughter—
often we love to the point of delirium.
 
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you more and more.
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you even more.
 

Listen

Listen—I breathe my life
like a heart that beats
in the immense night
where kings sleep.
And I go for a walk
randomly moving
among suns
that you know not—
among silences
that move not.
 
I am alone in the world.
I do not exist.
And even when I grumble,
you hear me not.
But I am the life
that moves in you.
 
Listen—I am the thing apart
that you see not,
the pink music
from within your depths.
I am the horizon
where you will never go—
the immense illusion
of all that is.
I am the memory
that never forgets.
 
I am alone in the world.
I do not exist.
And even when I grumble,
you hear me not.
But I am the life
that moves in you.
But I am life
that moves in you
 

Din nou şi din nou

Niciodată nu îndrăznesc să ating luna
Niciodată nu am crezut că voi cunoaşte raiul atât de curând
Nu am putut spera să spun cum simt
Bucuria în inima mea nu sunt cuvinte s-o dezvăluie
 
Din nou şi din noi îţi şoptesc numele
Iar şi iar te sărut din nou
Văd lumina iubirii în ochii tăi
Dragoste este mereu, fără despărţiri
 
Acum doar o amintire a lacrimilor ce am plâns
Acum doar o amintire a oftatului ce am oftat
Visele pe care le-am preţuit toate s-au împlinit
Toate zilele mele de mâine ţi le dau ţie
 
Din nou şi din noi îţi şoptesc numele
Iar şi iar te sărut din nou
Văd lumina iubirii în ochii tăi
Dragoste este mereu, fără despărţiri
 
Viaţa frunzelor de vară pleacă se schimbă-n auriu
Dragostea ce noi o împărtăşim nu va îmbătrâni niciodată
Aici în braţele tale nu sunt cuvinte (să descriu)
Aici în braţele tale voi sta pentru totdeauna
 
Din nou şi din noi îţi şoptesc numele
Iar şi iar te sărut din nou
Văd lumina iubirii în ochii tăi
Dragoste este mereu, fără despărţiri
 
Din nou şi din noi îţi şoptesc numele
Iar şi iar te sărut din nou
Văd lumina iubirii în ochii tăi
Dragoste este mereu, fără despărţiri
 

Privighetoarea

O privighetoare, tu care mergi în Franţa,
Privighetoare !
Spune-i mamei despre mine,
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 
Vorbeşte-i mamei despre mine,
Privighetoare
Dar să nu-i spune tatei prea mult,
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 
Pentru că el m-a căsătorit atât de nepotrivit,
Privighetoare
M-a dat unui păstor,
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 
M-a făcut să am grijă de cirezi de vite,
Privighetoare
M-am ofilit deja,
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 
Îţi voi plăti pentru această favoare
Privighetoare
Cu un sărut şi o îmbrăţişare
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 
O privighetoare, tu care mergi în Franţa,
Privighetoare !
Spune-i mamei despre mine,
Privighetoare
Din frumosul crâng...
Privighetoare, cu un singur zbor!
 

Shout

Shout—from your very first cry—
your hymn to life—your will to live.
Shout—forbidden words,
those that are in books that were never written.
 
Shout—instead of crying—
instead of begging selfish gods.
Shout—proclaim your fragility
in the sad cycle of eternity.
 
When silence has overwhelmed hope—
when the masses submit to the rule of violence—
shout “peace”—shout “love”—shout “life”—but above all else …
 
Shout—to defy your time.
Inform the world that the wind is silent.
Shout—as after the night
when possibility opens out into infinity…
 
… when you struggle to name the child that you carry—
when you hesitate between fear and revolt.
Shout your heart, shout your fear, shout your madness—but above all else …
 
Shout—with your last cry—
your hymn to life—your desire to live.
Shout—at the top of your lungs, for those who follow, leave
an echo of you.
 
La, la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la,la, la,
la, la, la, la la la
la, la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la,la, la,
la, la, la, la la la…
 

You Needed Me

You smiled at me when I was crying.
You taught me all about having dignity.
When I lost myself amidst the darkest dreams,
you pulled me back into the light—somehow you had
a real need for me.
 
Stand tall, it's true that I owe it all to you—
and when the path is tough, I can make it through.
This statue molded by your fingers
looked like me and it seemed to me at times
that you needed me.
 
It matters not to me when or where, I needed you—
I needed us—and you were there.
You knew how to guide my steps along the dangerous path.
I became someone in your eyes.
 
You held my hand when I was cold—
you quieted my hunger—you carried my cross—
you gave me back faith after the hell
to which I was condemned here on earth—
you gave me true friendship.
 
Stand tall, it's true that I owe it all to you—
and when the path is tough, I can make it through.
This statue molded by your fingers
looked like me and it seemed to me at times
that you needed me—
that you needed me—
you needed me.
 

Sing Even So

There are moments when all becomes sad, when all goes wrong.
God!—I’m no longer twenty—the great artist is just not up to it.
There are days when I struggle just to get by.
But I always have to go out on stage—I have to sing.
 
Sing even so—even when a friend who betrayed me
gives me a warm embrace.
Sing even so—even when the hand I long to grasp
reaches out for someone else.
 
You often said that we would find our destiny
like two children—heart against heart, and hand in hand.
You also said that we could never leave one another—
you lied to me but, no matter, tonight I will sing.
 
Sing even so—even when, laughing on the outside, I feel death
carving a huge void in me.
Sing even so—even when love, the great love,
the one and only love is gone.
 
I must always sing love.
 

Moonlight

Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace: history sleeps.
Moonlight that illuminates and reanimates an ancient décor.
 
A prince of yesteryear—just twenty years old—
and he dreams of an eagle and his country.
 
Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace: he grows bored.
So his mind travels into the past.
 
Far away from the mists of Schönbrunn: glory entices him.
But his days grow short and he knows he's going to die.
 
Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace.
 

That’s My Secret

Why am I grieving? That’s my secret.
Why am I still leaving? That’s my secret.
To leave the one I love—that’s my regret.
I will keep his face in my mind as long as I am gone.
 
Why do I tear us apart? That’s my secret.
Too difficult to say aloud—I will be silent.
And there must be no tears—no drama between us—
you might perhaps want me again afterwards.
 
Finished—the two of us—our pretty romance.
Finished—bid goodbye to our happier days.
Let us pretend to go on vacation—
as if this day ending our love was just an accident.
In the course of our melody, it is just a long pause—
at least let us pretend that.
 
Why am I grieving? That’s my secret.
Why am I still leaving? That’s my secret.
To leave the one I love—that’s my regret.
I will keep his face in my mind as long as I am gone.
 
Why do I tear us apart? That’s my secret.
Too difficult to say aloud—I will be silent.
And there must be no tears—no drama between us—
you might perhaps want me again afterwards.
 

I Do Not Know

I do not know what attracts me—
is it his eyes or his smile
or even the sound of his voice
when he whispers in my ear?
 
When he kisses me on the lips,
I seem to feel my temperature rise.
When he holds me in his arms,
everything around me seems to disappear.
 
I do not know why I love him—
I do not know, I do not know.
My heart itself seems to answer my question:
“stop asking, stop asking.”
 
I do not know why I tremble
at the idea of no longer being together—
but then feel all my happiness return
when he is here, held close to me.
 
We often whisper words of love:
”I love you” and “I love you” and “always.”
But even without him saying anything, he has changed my life.
Day and night, I think only of him.
 
I do not know what attracts me—
is it his eyes or his smile
or even the sound of his voice
when he whispers in my ear?
 
When he kisses me on the lips,
I seem to feel my temperature rise.
When he holds me in his arms,
everything around me seems to disappear.
 
I do not know why I love him—
I do not know, I do not know.
My heart itself seems to answer my question:
“stop asking, stop asking.”
 
I do not know why I tremble
at the idea of no longer being together—
but then feel all my happiness return
when he is here, held close to me.
 

When We Loved

When we loved as we once loved, my love—
from month of May to month of May, every day.
Our hearts took all the chances, relishing every taste
of the ripe fruits of our twenty years —now that I think of it.
 
We could have met again—just now—
and begun to love anew as before—
when your youth in my arms—was already crying—
but you—you did not know that.
 
When we loved as we once loved, my love—
from month of May to month of May, every day.
It was like a Sunday that will never end—
like a springtime amidst bending lilacs.
 
When will the month of May come back for us, my love?
I know I will return to you evermore—
and in the sunshine discover again that I love you—
I will love you as we once loved.
 
I will love you as we once loved.
 

Timpul ce ne-a rămas

Versions: #2
N-are importanță timpul ce ne-a rămas,
vom avea norocul să-mbătrânim împreună:
în adâncul ochilor tăi îmi va trăi tandrețea,
în adâncul inimii mele îți va trăi tinerețea.
 
Ca o rugăciune din timpul copilăriei,
cuvintele buzelor tale îmi dau încredere.
Îmi imaginez mâna ta într-a mea,
orice zâmbet al nostru va spune te iubesc.
 
Dar unul din noi va pleca primul,
își va închide ochii pentru totdeauna
într-un ultim zâmbet.
Și celălalt, pierzând jumătate din viață,
va rămâne fiecare zi în noapte.
Inima lui va bate, desigur,
dar pentru cine, pentru ce?
 
Pasul tău răsună, usa se-ntredeschide,
inima mea bate mai repede și te regăsesc.
Când mâinile ni se țin, eu uit orice altceva,
am impresia chiar că timpul se oprește.
 
Dar unul din noi va pleca primul,
își va închide ochii pentru totdeauna
într-un ultim zâmbet.
Într-o zi, unul din noi va fi prea obosit,
va pleca aproape fericit primul
și celălalt va veni imediat să-l regăsească.
~ ~ ~
Îmi imaginez mâna ta într-a mea,
orice zâmbet al nostru va spune te iubesc.
 

Numai Iubirea

Numai o amintire poate sa faca o amintire.
Numai iubirea poata sa faca un minut sa dureze.
Acolo erai iar lumea era tinera
si toate cintecele ei necintate.
iar imi amintesc de tine in acel moment, cind iubirea era totul,
tot la care visai,
si cum mi-ai daruit acela iubire.
Era numai atunci cind inima era libera.
Eram o parte din tine si erai totul din mine.
 
Calde erau zilele si noptile
acelor ani.
Vopsite in culori ca sa se straluceasca mai tare decit soarele.
Toate cuvintele si visele
si lacrimele traiesc in amintirea mea.
 
Numai o amintire poate sa faca o amintire.
Numai iubirea poata sa faca un minut sa dureze.
Viata era noua, existea pasiune pentru care sa traim,
fiecare zi o pagina sa traim,
iar imi amintesc de tine in acel moment,
cind iubirea era totul, totul pentru care sa traiesti
si cum mi-ai daruit acela iubire
Era numai atunci cind inima era libera.
Eram o parte din tine si erai totul din mine.
 

Floare de mac

Floare de mac
Caci te intrezaresc
Mai tot timpu' singurateca
 
Vreau a te vedea
Iubita , a mea prietena
Iubita precum o floare iubeste lumnina zilei
 
Floare de mac, frumoasa floare
Te rog nu fi asa negratioasa
 
Floare de mac, Floare de mac
Cum poti tu a trai asa singurateca?
 
Orchestra
 
Floare de mac, frumoasa floare
Te rog nu fi asa negratioasa
 
Floare de mac, Floare de mac
Cum poti tu a trai asa singurateca?
 

Aranjuez, iubirea mea

Iubirea mea, pe apa fântânilor, iubire
Unde vântul le aduce, iubire
Seara, vedem plutind
Petale de trandafir
 
Iubirea mea, și pereții crapă, iubire
În soare, în vânt, în furtună
Și în anii care trec mereu
Din dimineața de mai, când au venit
Și când cântau, deodată au scris
Pe pereți cu vârful puștii lor
Multe lucruri ciudate
 
Iubirea mea, trandafirul urmează, iubire
Pe perete și îmbrățișează, iubire
Numele lor gravate și în fiecare vară
De un roșu frumos sunt trandafirii
 
Iubirea mea, fântânile seacă, iubire
În soare, în vântul câmpiei
Și în anii care trec mereu
Din dimineața de mai, când au venit
Cu floare în inimă, picioare goale, pas încet
Și ochii luminați de un zâmbet ciudat
 
Și pe acest perete, când seara coboară
Ai crede că vezi pete de sânge
Nu sunt decât trandafiri !
Aranjuez, iubirea mea
 

This love of mine

This love of mine confined itself
inside a nice small garden
where roses and lily1 grow
and hollyhock as well
 
This garden is nice and pleasant,
embellished with all kinds of flowers.
You can enjoy it in the night
and in the day as well.
 
Alas! Nothing is sweeter
than this gentle nightingale
that sings at dusk and at dawn
When it is tired, it rests.
 
There confined itself this love of mine
 

• 1. lily of the valley, technically

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I am looking at you

Like a big day of celebration
Like a gift of the Earth
An idol, a prophet
Like a night of light
Like water and salt
Like the summer willow
Like a Rainbow fire
Like the wine of friendship
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a rich person, money
And like a poor person, charity
Like the slightest thing, the giant
And like a king, his kingdom
Like a heart, heat
Like a fisherman, the river
Like a mad person, happiness
A foreigner, the border
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a Jew, Israel
A Muslim, the East
Like a priest, Christmas
Like an old man, a child
Like a dog, its master
And like a cat, its home
A woman, her youth
Like a sailor, the horizon
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a big day of celebration
Like a gift of the Earth
An idol, a prophet
Like a night of light
Like water and salt
Like the summer willow
Like a Rainbow fire
Like the wine of friendship
 
La la la la la la...
 

I'm Living in a Dream

I live in a dream, sing a song
The day awakens, the darkness flees
Indeed, I believe in miracles, yet again I'm a child
Unforgotten desires turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
 
I live in a dream, sing a song
The evening comes, the light escapes
Indeed, I believe in miracles, even with white hair
The wonders also won't ever turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
 
I live in a dream, sing a song
The day awakens, the darkness flees
Indeed, I believe in miracles, yet again I'm a child
Unforgotten desires turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
 

Poppy

Poppy, pretty little poppy
For I see you
Always so alone
 
I want to see you
My friend beloved
Beloved as the flower loves day[light]
 
Poppy, pretty little poppy
Please be not so unthankful
 
Poppy, poppy
How can you be so alone?
 
(Orchestra)
 
Poppy, pretty little poppy
Please be not so unthankful
 
Poppy, poppy
How can you be so alone?
 

The Andalusian

Ay, Andalusian of dark skin
Mane against the wind, worried look
Where will you go without hiding your sadness?
What do you go on searching for, that your sorrow is quelled?
What can I have, within you, that hurts so much?
 
That bad man that I so much loved
He went away to give himself to another woman, another woman.
 
And the Andalusian, bites her lips
For not crying, for not being able to avenge [the] deception.
 
All the nights [in which] I loved
All the passion that gave him
What I stopped living
When my life was he...
 
Each word of love,
Each caress on your skin
Each smile, each moment
For between your arms I dreamed
For between your arms I dreamed...
 
Ay, Andalusian of dark skin,
Mane against the wind, worried look
Like a dagger, stuck in you, beauty
It doesn't shine so much, the light of a star
You need to keep that passion that so much burns
 
One morning another man will come
Sea breeze where you are, where you are...
 
Two black eyes, they squint and dream
Today the full moon will again smile
 

Trandafiri albi din Corfu

Trandafiri albi din Corfu
Trandafiri albi, trandafiri albi
În fiecare noapte mă gândesc la voi
Trandafiri albi din Corfu
 
De ce trebuie să se îndepărteze barca?
Când soarele încă se ridică pe cerul albastru?
Când trăim timpul logodnei
De ce trebuie să vină timpul despărţirii?
 
Trandafiri albi din Corfu
Trandafiri albi, trandafiri albi
În fiecare noapte mă gândesc la voi
Trandafiri albi din Corfu
 
Parfumul vostru este atât de dulce
Când zorii
Se revarsă
Dar eu sunt foarte departe de voi
Trandafiri albi din Corfu
 
Eu mă gândesc la voi
Mă gândesc la voi
Eu mă gândesc la voi
 

White Roses of Corfu

White Roses of Corfu,
white roses, white roses,
every night I think of you,
white roses of Corfu.
 
Why does the boat have to go
when the sun is still rising in the blue sky?
When we live the time of the engagement,
why does the moment of saying goodbye be coming?
 
White Roses of Corfu,
white roses, white roses,
every night I think of you,
white roses of Corfu.
 
Your perfume is so sweet.
When the dawn just rises,
but I'm far away from you,
white Roses of Corfu.
 
I think of you.
I think of you.
I think of you.
 

Când cânți

Când cânți
Când cânți
Nu știi de ce
Când cânți
Când cânți
Când cânți e în regulă
 
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
 
În momentul trezirii
Pentru bucurii inutile
Pentru bucurii inutile
Pentru ploaie, soare
Și pentru imposibil
Și pentru imposibil
Există dimineți
Mai melancolice
Mai melancolice
Nu-ți face griji cu Republica
Trebuie să lăsăm să treacă muzica
 
Când cânți
Când cânți
Chiar dacă nu merge
Când cânți
Când cânți
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți
Când cânți
Nu știi de ce
Când cânți
Când cânți
Când cânți e în regulă
 
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
 
O zi pentru iubire veșnică
Pentru turul lumii
Pentru turul lumii
O zi pentru fete
Care sunt frumoase și drumul lung
Și drumul lung
O zi când trece timpul
Pentru o zi de sărbătoare
Pentru o zi de sărbătoare
Să cânți surprinzător în cap
Nu trebuie să fii poet adevărat
 
Când cânți
Când cânți
Nu știi de ce
Când cânți
Când cânți
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți
Când cânți
Nu știi de ce
Când cânți
Când cânți
Când cânți e în regulă
 
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
Când cânți e în regulă
 

Singing about live

Versions: #2
Singing about life
night and day,
singing about love,
looking for a friend.
 
Even if the world
weeps as you wake up,
to those who walk in shadow,
talk to them about the sun.
 
(chorus: )
The land of angels
is not necessarily heavens.
The land of angels
if your heart is great, it is here.
Until oblivion
Singing about life.
 
Singing about life,
louder and louder.
In one's faults
seeing a challenge:
 
Open your window.
Above a dead tree,
a child is going to be born,
He realy is the strongest.
 
(chorus)
 
(repeat from start)
 

Like a sunshine

Versions: #2
Like a sunshine, like an enlightening
Like a flower, that is picked between the nettles
She is bound to come, like the good weather
She is bound to come, like the spring
 
Ask of me all that you want
And without regret I will give it to you
But tell me where I can find her
She who will understand, she who will tell me
'Wherever you would go I will go with you
Whatever the way, I'll follow you step by step'
And if I were to fall
She'd be the one to pick me up
 
To the Refrain
 
Ask from me all that you want:
To never see anybody again,
To relinquish the scents of summer,
The guitars accords , the smoke of glory.
Ask me not to believe in anything,
Provided that I see her at the end of my way
Ask me anything you want
But tell me where to find her.
 

The wave

Versions: #3
I am a wave, I was born
On a beach in Italy
On a beautiful summer morning
My beginnings were difficult
I wasn't very gentle
I had a hard time supporting me
Because the children,on holiday,
In a great disregard
They all splashed themselves with me.
 
And I, small quiet water
I dreamed of waves of islands
I dreamed I was home
And me,small quiet water
I dreamed of waves of islands
I dreamed I was home
 
A day of great courage
I went away swimming
I did not know very well how to swim
I left without any luggage
Except a small shell
With which I had a friendship.
Since I took off
I know many other charges
Large boats came to face me.
 
So I support them
So I take them away
Towards a Mediterranean port
So I support them
So I take them away
Towards a Mediterranean port.
 
I am a wave. I was born
On a beach in Italy
On a beautiful summer morning
But today I scrapes
I'm bored and I'm lapping
The old walls of a disused wharf
My mother, my mother, I regret
The little deserted beach
Where children were playing with me.
Pray that the wind picks up,
So that I'll go to my death strike
That I did not know.
 
And if it's not rocket science (the whole sea to drink)
I would want to write my memoirs
In the hot sand of the heathens
And if it's not rocket science
I would write my memoirs
In the hot sand of the waters behond.
 

Whenever you sing

Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
You do not know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
 
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
 
At the moment of awakening
For the sake of trite pleasures
For the sake of trite pleasures
For the rain, the sun
And [to do] the impossible
And [to do] the impossible
Some mornings are
More melancholic [than others]
More melancholic [than others]
You haven't much done for the Republic
Let the music play
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Even if things aren't well
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
 
A day for eternal love
For the tour of the world
For the tour of the world
A day for the girls
Who are beautiful and the long route
And the long route
A day when the time that passes
For a day of celebration
For a day of celebration
To sing surprising in the head
You do not need to be a real poet
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
 
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
 

I was drunk with his kisses

This young man had no clue about kisses
They said 'Son, time for a change'
He found a blonde and kissed her
and he did it again right away.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
He said 'Would you please listen to me, darling?
Here is my hand, I'll be the best husband ever'
He pleaded his cause with his soul and life
so in the end she said yes.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
He wanted to get married and have twelve children,
but the next day, as he came back from the fields
a green eyed brunette happened to walk by,
so he said 'will you marry me?'
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
As he set forth for the wedding on his brown horse
he met a redhead girl on his way
Her skin was fresh and her nose snubbed
so he followed her without a glance back.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
And time went by and he grew old
and the poor guy has no hair left now.
Still I know a lady who persist in loving him,
so, one day, he'll come back home.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
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