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Iubire, nu!

Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu poţi!
 
Voiam să scriu un poem care să nu vorbească despre nimic, dar tu
cu o pensulă ai scris pe pereţi că aş am ce ai şi tu pentru mine
Voiam să spun pentru oamenii de pe stradă care n-au râs niciodată
că eşti diferită, că eşti adevărată şi că nu te vei schimba în timp
Dar tu nu eşti cu mine
 
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu poţi!
 
Voiam o fotografie unde poţi vedea că eşti tu
şi să tapetez pereţii în fiecare stradă să spun tuturor că erai a mea
Dar am doar un cântec scris noaptea în uşă
când te-am văzut fugind ca un hoţ cu el din casa mea
şi nu mai erai a mea
 
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu poţi, nu poţi!
 
Şi nu mai eşti a mea
 
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu poţi, nu poţi!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu, nu, nu, iubire, nu!
Iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, iubire, nu poţi, nu poţi!
 
Şi nu mai eşti a mea
 
Iubire, nu, nu, nu, nu
Dragostea nu se poate face, nu, nu, nu, nu, nu, nu ...
 

L'Italiano

Versions: #1
Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
I'm an Italian
 
Good morning Italy, your spaghetti al' dente
And a partisan as president
With the car radio always in my right hand
And a canary on my window
 
Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America on your posters
With the songs of love
With heart
With more women and fewer nuns
 
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With melancholy eyes
Good morning God
You know I'm here too
 
Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slow, slow song
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian
 
Good morning Italy that doesn't get frightened
And with mint shaving cream
With a blue pin-stripe suit
And slow-motion on Sunday TV
Good morning Italy with extra-strong espresso
New socks in the first drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaners
And a (FIAT) 600 down for bodywork
 
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With melancholy eyes
Good morning God
You know I'm here too
 
Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slow, slow song
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian
 

Prieten de suflet

Îmi amintesc un prieten sincer
şi o străduţă suburană.
Câţi ani să tot fi trecut oare
pe sub podurile de cale ferată
 
Dar azi suntem atât de diferiţi:
tu, care trăieşti într-alt oraş departe
te-ai schimbat, eşti atât de diferit
că greu te mai recunosc.
Cel mai bun prieten, stai aşa cum eşti!
 
Nu mă mai opresc să văd apusul,
dar poate că am luat mai mult decât era al meu.
Conduc repede să scap de timp,
fac apeluri de la distanţă spre Dumnezeu
 
Dar azi suntem atât de distanţi!
Să te văd atât de liniştit, mă întreb: cum o faci
Trebuie să ai ceva rai ascuns
sau să-ţi pregăteşti capcane pentru dorul tău...
 
Să se-ntâlnească azi din nou, tu şi eu,
ca mai înainte, aici, tu şi eu
Prieten vechi, plec departe,
dar în suflet, las un loc
cu doar o bucată de melancolie.
 
Nu-i simplu să-ţi ajustezi persoana interioară
să muţi o bucată şi cealaltă să cadă
Dar dacă u spui că viaţa-i magică
Cred, că eşti tu cel care o spune
 
Mâine vom fi atât de-ndepărtaţi
Poate am să-ţi scriu câteva rânduri şi-ai să înţelegi...
Sper că o nouă zi va răsări
că acest tunel se va termina...
 
Să se-ntâlnească azi din nou, tu şi eu,
ca mai înainte, aici, tu şi eu
Prieten vechi, plec departe,
dar în suflet, las un loc
cu doar o bucată de melancolie.
 
Inimi mereu tinere, tu şi eu
cât de adevărat: tu şi eu!
Prieten vechi, plec departe,
dar în suflet, las un loc
un loc pentru bucuria ta...
 
Să se-ntâlnească azi din nou, tu şi eu...
 

Vreau o femeie

Vreau o femeie
frumoasă ca o dimineaţă de vară
cu lumina soarelui
care înţelege priviri şi tăceri, care mă poate asculta
şi care în fiecare noapte, într-alt fel, poate inventa dragostea,
care găteşte ca mama şi ştie să calce
Vreau o femeie
care îmi oferă tot ce altele
nu-ndrăznesc să dea
tandreţe, pasiune, respect şi stare bună
un zâmbet care deodată explodează şi-ţi face inima să lumineze
Adică, caut o femeie, o femeie pe care s-o iubesc
 
O femeie cu viciul vieţii ca mine
care îţi dă ceaşca de cafea gata de băut
O femeie cu gustul vieţii ca mine
care nu iroseşte toată ziua
povestind de foşti şi alte cele...
Caut o femeie care transformă orice zi ce se naşte
într-o zi speciale
Sexy ca Madonna şi fidelă ca o călugăriţă
care-mi oferă un cadou în fiecare Crăciun ce vine
Poate cer prea mult, dar vreau o femeie normală!...
 
O femeie cu viciul vieţii ca mine
care mă iubeşte ca pe un Dumnezeu şi mă tratează ca pe un rege
o femeie care nu trăieşte pentru amintiri şi pentru 'de ce?'-uri
o femeie care, din păcate, ştiu că nu există
şi e ok...
Vreau o femeie, vreau numai una lângă mine
Vreau să mă-nsor cu ea!...
Care e gata să crească un copil
la bine şi rău.
O femeie pe care o vezi doar în romane de dragoste
Ştiu bine că trebuie să-mi inventez o femeie ca asta...
 

O duminică italiană

E cel care visează să ajungă un politician cu faimă,
e cel care, în schimb, se plânge de toate
E cel care se uită mereu la TV
e cel care-i sătul de publicitate
E cel care suferă cu dieta macrobiotică
E cel căruia, în schimb, nu-i pasă de cum araă
Două milioane pentru o perucă din capul tău
O sută de mii pentru un petec de mochetă
dacă astea-s problemele tale
 
Dar în fiecare duminică italiană e cineva care te iubeşte
Cearceaful din mâna ta îţi poate schimba viaţa
Dar duminica italiană e o duminică liniştită
şi vrei să pleci în America să-ţi cauţi norocul
şi realizezi că America-i aici!...
 
E cel care suferă de esterofilie cronică
în timp ce 'Made in Italy' are succes în America
E Madonna care te ţine blocat la tv,
e Cutugno, 'Nu mai pot suporta!!'
E cel ce merge la un meci de fotbal şi-şi bate femeia
E cel ce în schimb, mănâncă pe gratis la soacră-sa
E cel ce-ncearcă să facă dragoste pe canapea
E cel care se-ntoarce acasă prin traficul oraşului
dacă astea-s problemele tale
 
Dar în fiecare duminică italiană e cineva care te iubeşte
fetele îndrăgostite cu fustele necălcate
Dar duminica italiană e o duminică liniştită
şi vrei să pleci în America să-ţi cauţi norocul
şi realizezi că America-i aici!...
 
...
Cearceaful din mâna ta îţi poate schimba viaţa
Dar duminica italiană e o duminică liniştită
şi vrei să pleci în America să-ţi cauţi norocul
şi realizezi că America-i aici!...
 
Dar în fiecare duminică italiană e cineva care te iubeşte
fetele îndrăgostite cu fustele necălcate
Dar duminica italiană e o duminică liniştită
şi vrei să pleci în America să-ţi cauţi norocul
şi realizezi că America-i aici!...
 

Diseară vorbim despre femei

Diseară vorbim despre femei
în faţa unui pahar de vin
fără falsă ipocrizie...
Să vedem care din noi se apropie mai mult
şi câte discursuri zboară în aer
între o premisă şi o trădare
Oh, femei, femei
cât de importante sunt femeile!...
 
Diseară vorbim despre femei
ca şi când n-am mai vorbit mai înainte
Guido remarcă despre mama şi surorile sale
şi zice că n-au treabă cu problemele noastre
Claudio pretinde că o ştie mai bine,
dar mai apoi vorbeşte urât despre ele
Oh, femeie, femei
Cât de esenţiale sunt femeile!...
 
Diseară ţinem toast pentru femei,
pentru cele care nu ne-au rănit niciodată
Pentru acele femei îndrăgostite, dezamăgite, disperate
dar niciodată nu v-au trădat
 
Noi... cine suntem noi?
Uneori puţin fragili,
uneori mincinoşi şi nesuferiţi
Noi... cine suntem noi?
Dacă n-ar fi fost femeile, vai de noi!
 
Diseară vorbim despre femei,
dar grijă, băieţi, fără luptă!
Franco ia un glonte pentru ele
dar l-am văzut de mii de ori suferind...
Gianni pretinde că-i arogant între oameni
dar cu ea, e dulce şi calm
Oh, femei, femei,
Cât de inteligente sunt femeile
 
Să le facem pe femei să vorbească
cele care nu vorbesc niciodată
Pentru acele femei îndrăgostite, dezamăgite, disperate
dar niciodată nu v-au trădat
 
Noi... cine suntem noi?
Uneori puţin rigizi, încrezuţi, puţin egoişti,
Puţin capricioşi, un pic de artist
Noi ... cine suntem noi?
Dacă nu ar exista femei, ce am fi
 
Diseară vorbim despre femei
Și între timp stăm aici singuri
Ah, femei, femei
Nu le vom cunoaște niciodată ... pe femei
 

Mi-ar plăcea (să merg la mare... lunea asta)

Vreau să merg la mare
Vreau să merg la mare
Vreau să merg la mare
Vreau nişte sare
 
Vreau să merg la mare lunea asta
O, da, o, da, luni, luni
 
Încă o bere mai beau
e cald ca naiba, nu mai rezist
Dacă stau în umbră, mă ajunge soarele
e ca în Ecuador, în oraş e ca-n Africa
La piscină nu mai văd albastru de mult
Suntem o mie sau mai bine de o mie
dacă-mi închid ochii, văd marea
dar nu e mare-n oraş!...
 
Mi-ar plăcea, mi-ar plăcea, mi-ar plăcea
să merg la mare sau oriunde altundeva
să respir puţin cer
Mi-ar plăcea să merg la mare, la mare chiar luni
să dau naibii munca
şi apoi să cântăm împreună mare, mare, mare, mare
să petrecem o zi întreagă stând în soare, oh oh oh oh
şi apoi să stăm împreună la mare, mare, mare, mare
să mă fac puţin mai negru de fiecare dată oh oh oh oh
 
Vreau să merg la mare lunea, lunea...
 
Între clădiri nu mă simt rău deloc
încă un duş, nu mai pot
Mă uit la fundul unui pahar
timpul trece, cine ştie pe unde eşti
Dacă diseară mai e o stea,
ţin perna pe care domi tu
Dacă închid ochii şi visez la mare,
dar nu e mare-n oraş!...
 
Mi-ar plăcea, mi-ar plăcea, mi-ar plăcea
să merg la mare sau oriunde altundeva
să respir puţin cer
Mi-ar plăcea să merg la mare, la mare chiar luni
să dau naibii munca
şi apoi să cântăm împreună mare, mare, mare, mare
să petrecem o zi întreagă stând în soare, oh oh oh oh
şi apoi să stăm împreună la mare, mare, mare, mare
să mă fac puţin mai negru de fiecare dată oh oh oh oh
 
Mi-ar plăcea să merg la mare, la mare chiar luni
să dau naibii munca
şi apoi să stăm împreună la mare, mare, mare, mare
să mă fac puţin mai negru de fiecare dată oh oh oh oh
oh ce negru sunt...
 
Vreau să merg, vreau să merg la mare
vreau nişte sare
 
Doamna mea dragă, ce mai faci, cum te mai simţi
vai, dar cum te-ai făcut de frumoasă bronzată, bronzată, bronzată
 
Şi ca anul trecut, suntem în vacanţă acum
şi ce facem diseară? Ieşim pe-afară
Mergem sau nu mergem, mergem sau nu mergem, dar unde mergem?
Ce bine, cum s-a bronzat, ce tare, ce lume!
Hai, să mergem, grăsuţo la dans pe rock şi mambo
 
Şi apoi când zic că-l copiez pe Celentano
şi puţin pe Vasco Rossi
că sunt un obraznic
şi apoi?
 
Între timp, să mergem la mare... şi apoi vedem
Să mergem, să mergem, grăsuţo, înoţi aşa bine
înoţi aşa de bine, grăsuţo
Să mergem la mare lunea asta
Să mergem la mare lunea asta
 

Ninànnaò

How many children in the world
fall asleep under a star roof
how many children in the world
never listen to the most beautiful fairy tales
too many children in the world
they have in their eyes the terror of fiery skies
and men ... will never be
 
The little children of Bucharest
under the sidewalks ... and marginalized
those Rio de Janeiro puppies
raised in violence
and children have never been
 
Ninna ninna nànna ninnànnaò
for all the children of the world a little love
 
Ninna nina nànna ninnànnaò
there are no children in this world of a little god
 
SOS. we are on the verge of men's cruelty
ninna nànna ninnàò this child to whom I give it
ninna nànna fait dodo
 
How many Bangladeshi children
they only have the guilt of being born there
beautiful Bankok dolls
raped and girls have never been
little angels of the third world
with those big eyes and the tummy
swollen every day
and with the years counted now
 
Ninna ninna nànna ninnànnaò
for all the children of the world a little love
 
Ninna nina nànna ninnànnaò
there are no children in this world of a little god
 
SOS. we are on the verge of men's cruelty
ninna nànna ninnàò this child to whom I give it
ninna nànna fait dodo
 
For all the children in the world it takes love
there are no children in the world of a lesser God
SOS. we are at the limits we are at the limits of the banks
 
Ninna nànna ninnaò this child to whom I give it
We will give it to the black man who keeps it a whole year.
 

Tonight we talk about women

Tonight we talk about women
In front of a glass of wine
Without false hypocrisy
Let's see who of us gets closer
And how many speeches thrown to air
Between a promise and a betrayal
Oh, women, women
How important are women
 
Tonight we talk about women
Like we've never talked before
Guido only remarks about his mother and sisters
And says they have nothing to do with our trouble
Claudio pretends that he knows her better
But later he talks bad about them
Oh, women, women
How essential are women
 
Tonight we make a toast for women
For those who have never hurt us
For those women in love, disappointed, desperate
But never betray you
 
We...what are we?
Sometimes a little fragile
Sometimes liars and insufferable
We...what are we?
If it weren't because of women, shame on us
 
Tonight we talk about women
But attention, guys, don't fight
Franco takes a bullet for them
But I've already seen him suffer a thousand times before
Gianni pretends to be arrogant around people
But with her, he's sweet and patient
Oh, women, women
How much more intelligent are women
 
Let's make women talk
Those who never talk
Women in love, betrayed, desperate
But who never disappoint you
 
We...what are we?
A little stubborn, conceited, a little selfish
A little of fickle boys, a little of an artist
We...what are we?
If it weren't because of women, what would be of us?
 
Tonight we talk about women
And while we're here all by ourselves
Oh, women, women
We'll never know about them...women
 

It's Venice

How many times, among school desks, I studied about Venice
How many love stories the poets wrote in Venice
The color-changing lagoon
Like our heart stations
If you lose a woman, you can find her in Venice
 
How many times newspapers have written: Let's save Venice?
And then, how many false promises have hurt Venice?
In St. Mark's Square you are mine
There's a carnival for madness
There's always a love song and poetry, only in Venice
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice that never dies
Like love all over the world
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice will never die
Like our timeless love
 
How many times I thought that if there were no Venice
Where sweethearts would go to dream of Venice
In St. Mark's Square you are mine
And a gondolier who holds our company
There's a strange poetry in the air, only in Venice
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice that never dies
Like love all over the world
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice will never die
Like our timeless love
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice that never dies
Like love all over the world
 
It's Venice for eternity
Venice will never die
Like our timeless love
 

My music

And I turn back in time
Thirty or more years now belong to the wind
A piano, a little of love
and a great woman in my heart
 
I know you are right
I know I neglect you a bit
and that I leave you alone for so much time
because of my flying music,
but it's only you.
 
And I turn back in time
twenty years now belong to the wind
goodbye sailor, goodbye aviator
goodbye company, food and drinks
 
To play the trumpet between my hands
it's hard to get up early
goodbye corporal and a little idiot
goodbye to 'yes, sir', goodbye to the bucket of water
Now I have my
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
 
And I turn back time in time
sixteen years now belong to the wind
I remember the train and the station
the first love, how exciting!
 
The same age, the same school
you're the most beautiful, you're the only one
the first kiss in the gate
and then, my first song.
Now I have my
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
 
And I turn back in time
six years now belong to the time
and I eat music and donuts
I love moon, I love the stars.
My father, with the trumpet in his hands
My mother listens to it little by little
When I grow up I want to invent
poetry and songs to sing them.
 
Music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart, in the soul
 

Hey! Look who's here

We really don't know where we'll finish
 
Hey! Look who's here
What a general confusion! It's consumerism and TV
that every day makes you more violent
Hey! Look who's there
The first headlines on TV news
makes you see how many people is in need
but after a minute you won't even remember
Commercials, another beer that was born
But that naked breast, tell me, what's doing?
We really don't know where we'll finish
 
Hey! Look who's here
There are people sailing on gold
But a million hands without a job, who'll think on that?
Hey! Look who's here
It's East against West
And too many people fall hour after hour
Houses fall in the city
I'm not there, no no no
This world is crushing but
We're on the age of robots.
We really don't know where we'll finish
 
But loving ourselves a bit is enough
I don't say that much! Just a bit
They've said it twenty years ago:
'Maybe humankind will change!'
But if it continues this way
We really don't know where we'll finish
 
Hey! Look who's here
You, my king: cooking, eating, washing up, doing the ironing
You also decide when you are aroused
Hey! Look who's here
I work just like you
So, let me be there, when I want to dream
when I want my freedom
Okay, I'm here and I agree
Times change, I know
Hey! Look who's here
But, is it exaggerated? Though...
We really don't know where we'll finish
 
But loving ourselves a bit is enough
I don't say that much! Just a bit
They've said it hundreds of years ago:
'Maybe humankind will change!'
But if it continues this way
We really don't know where we'll finish
 
Hey! Look who's here
Dear parents,
We come back from school, you're always out
but, who will play with us?
Hey! Look who's here
Spacecrafts on TV
make war down here, make war up there
even on God's house
But sooner or later you'll see how angry he will be
It'll be the same for all of us
We really don't know where we''ll finish
 
Hey! Look who's here
What a general confusion
There's gas in the air, stress in the hearts
Also you can die of 'goal'
Hey! Look who's here
It seems like Noah's ark
The passport is here:
'Every man for himself!'
Who knows? Tomorrow, what it'll be?
I'm not here, no no
I'd like to think about it at least a bit
I'd like to stop but I can't do it
We really don't know where we'll finish
 

We still are

Hi, how you've been?
What are you doing here alone?
Everything's over between us
Pride's been comforting us since a month
 
But, tell me, how are you?
I see you're downfallen, maybe you're not good
or maybe it's my fault
to have let you go that day
 
We've been stupid
impulsive and fragile
We left the world outside
Insatiable, alone, you and I
 
How many useless days
lost into a lie
look into my eyes and tell me
if you still feel mine
just like then
 
We were so in love and free
We are still eternal tree roots
if you want...
 
And between a muffin and a coffee
I touch your hands while you talk about yourself
another wine glass
you smile and I get closer, closer
 
How stupid we are
Lovely and romantic
Only a moment is enough
to hurt a heart and still loving us
 
How many useless nights
lost into a lie
look into my eyes and tell me
if you still feel mind
just like them
We still are
so in love and free
We still are
through thousand storms and obstacles
 
We're inside the city
We're in the immensity
inside a free sky
in the limits of happiness
 
We still are
so in love and free
We still are
through thousand storms and obstacles
 
We're inside the city
We're in the immensity
We're inside the city
We're in the immensity
 

Rosie doesn't know (Francesca doesn't know)

Rosie doesn't know, no, no
What you feel about me, no, no
What a strange adventure!
I'm already feeling
anxiety and tenderness
 
You see my years, no, no
Almost twice yours, no, no
You have no shame, in your soul in bloom
Love starts to perfume.
 
And when you stay alone, so alone
My feeling comforts you
Always more alone, alone
Where's your mind flying?
 
But if Rosie knew
Who knows what's in her mind?
What a big pain you'll give her
What a disappointment you'll give her
She hasn't never hesitated
 
But if Rosie know
Who know what she'll do?
I don't want to hurt her
For me she's life
Forget my dear, forget my dear
 
I don't want you, no, no, no
You're beautiful, but no, no, no
Rosie, you see
How much important she is
I won't leave her.
 
And when you stay alone, so alone
My feeling comforts you
Always more alone, alone
Where's your mind flying?
 
But if Rosie knew
Who knows what's in her mind?
What a big pain you'll give her
What a disappointment you'll give her
She hasn't never hesitated
 
But if Rosie know
Who know what she'll do?
I don't want to hurt her
For me she's life
I love her, my dear
 
No, no, no, no
Forget me
No, no, no, no
Forget me
 
No, Rosie, no
No, forget me
 

I'd love (to go to the sea....on Monday)

I want to go to the sea
I want to go to the sea
I want to go to the sea
I want some salt
 
I want to go to the sea on Monday
but yes, but yes, on Monday, on Monday....
 
Another beer that I drink
It's hot as hell, I can't stand it anymore
If I stay in the shadow, sun reaches me
It's like the Equador, it looks like Africa in the city
in the swimming pool I can't see blue anymore
We're one thousand or maybe more than one hundred
If I close my eyes, I see the sea
But there's no sea in the city
 
I'd like.... I'd like.... I'd like
to go to the sea or somewhere else
to have a little breath of heaven
I'd like to go to the sea, to the sea on Monday
to send work out to hell
and then singing together sea, sea, sea, sea
spending a whole day lying in the sun, oh, oh, oh, oh
and then stay together in the sea, sea, sea, sea
to turn myself more tanned every time, oh, oh, oh, oh
 
I want to go to the sea on Monday, on Monday
 
Between buildings I don't feel bad at all
Another shower, I can't hold it anymore
I look at the bottom of a glass
The time goes by, who knows where you are
If tonight there is one more star
I hold your pillow where you sleep on
If I close my eyes and I dream of the sea
But there's no sea in the city
 
I'd like...I'd like....I'd
I'd like to go to the sea or somewhere else
to have a little breath of heaven
I'd like to go to the sea, to the sea on Monday
to send work out to hell
and then singing together sea, sea, sea, sea
spending a whole day lying in the sun, oh, oh, oh, oh
and then stay together in the sea, sea, sea, sea
to turn myself more tanned every time, oh, oh, oh, oh
 
I'd like to go to the sea, sea, sea, sea
to send work out to hell oh, oh, oh, oh
I'd like to go to the sea, sea, sea, sea
to turn myself more tanned every time
Oh, how tanned I am...
 
I want to go, I want to go to the sea
I want some salt
 
My dear ma'am, how do you do, how are you
But how you turned youself, beautiful, tanned tanned tanned
 
And like last year, we're now on holidays
And what do we do tonight? We're going out
We go or we don't go, we go or we don't go, but where do we go?
How good, how it tans, how cool, what a world!
Go! Let's go, fatty to dance to rock and mambo.
 
And then when they say I copy Celentano
a little bit of Vasco Rossi
that I am a cheeky man
And then?
 
Meanwhile we go to the sea....and then we'll see...
Let's go, let's go, fatty...you swim so good
You swim so good, fatty
Let's go to the sea on Monday
Let's go to the sea on Monday
 

Love song

In this ship that goes against the wind
Because whoever who boards it would be happy
For whom is convinced of having hit the bulls-eye
But in the aim, doesn't know what's inside.
 
And words when they are about love
Are like fire which knows how to keep you warm
If you're hungry or thirsty they know how to satisfy you
If you're far away, they make you remember.
 
Love song
dedicated to you,
love words
dedicated to you,
dedicated to you.
 
And now listen, listen what I'm telling you
There's few time, I don't know if you've understood
Let's remain together until we're fine
Love is beautiful, but without chains
 
Love song
dedicated to you,
love words
dedicated to you.
 
Love song
dedicated to you,
love words
dedicated to you,
dedicated to you.
 
To a swallow who makes spring
To a love that rises tonight
To the perfume coming from a flower
Because tomorrow will be a better day
 
Love song
dedicated to you,
love words
dedicated to you.
 
Love song
dedicated to you,
love words...dedicated to you,
dedicated to you.
 

I want a woman

I want a woman,
beautiful like a summer morning
with the sunlight
who understand sights and silences, who can listen to me
and who every night, in a different way, can invent love
who cooks just like my mother and knows how to iron
I want a woman,
who gives me everything that others
don't dare to give
tenderness, passion, respect and good mood
a smile that suddenly explodes and makes your heart light on
that is, I'm searching for a woman, a woman to love.
 
A woman with the vice of life like me
who gives your cup of coffee ready to drink
A woman with the taste of life like me
who doesn't spend all day
telling me about their exes and stuff....
I search for a woman who turns every day that rises
in a special day
sexy like Madonna and loyal as a nun
who gives me a present everytime Christmas comes
maybe I'm asking too much but I want a normal woman.
 
A woman with the vice of life like me
who loves me as a God and treats me like a King
a woman who doesn't live for memories and for whys
a woman that unfortunately, I know it doesn't exist,
and that's ok....
I want a woman, I want only one next to me
I want to marry her
who's ready to raise a child
For good or for bad
A woman that you only see in love novels
I know well that I must invent by myself a woman like this.
 

Italianul

Versions: #3
--- 1 ---
Bună ziua Italia, cu spaghetti iute fierte
Ca o petrecere cu un președinte
Cu radio-ul întotdeauna în mâna dreaptă
și un canar deasupra la fereastră.
 
Bună ziua Italia, cu ai tăi artiști
cu prea mulți americani, pe afișe nelipsiți
cu melodiile de amor
cu inima plină de dor
cu fete tot mai pline
si călugărițe tot mai puține.
 
--- R ---
Bună ziua ție Italie
Bună ziua ție Mărie
cu ochii plini de melancolie
Bună ziua, Dumnezeu
Știi că mai sunt si eu.
 
Lăsați-mă să cânt
Chitara în mâna dreaptă având
Lăsați-mă să vă cânt
Cu o piesa lentă să vă încânt
Lăsați-mă să cânt așa
pentru că sunt mândru de asta
Sunt un italian
un adevărat italian.
 
--- 2 ---
Bună ziua Italia care ești vigilentă
și cu cremă de ras cu aromă de mentă
cu o ținuta cu dungi albastre trase ușor
si cu petreceri de duminică la televizor
Bună ziua Italia, cu cafea extrem de tare
cu șosetele noi aruncate-n sertare
cu drapelul dus la spălat
și o 600 ... la reparat.
 
--- R ---
Bună ziua ție Italie
Bună ziua ție Mărie
cu ochii plini de melancolie
Bună ziua, Dumnezeu
Știi că mai sunt si eu.
 
Lăsați-mă să cânt
Chitara în mâna dreaptă având
Lăsați-mă să vă cânt
Cu o piesa lentă să vă încânt
Lăsați-mă să cânt așa
pentru că sunt mândru de asta
Sunt un italian
un adevărat italian.
 

In love

In love
-- woman
You invited me to a cafe
In Italian language
You sweet-talked me
-- man
You, who think of me in every way
At home, at school, on a trolley car
-- woman
A violin, for us, played solo in soft light
And weightless seemed the night
I found you and lost you
It's not my fault, not my fault, not my fault I was
In love, in love, in love
-- man
I was the top man in our company
And with the most beautiful girl
I said: 'Woman, you're mine'
-- woman
But there is so little happiness in life
And it's distant - somewhere far away
-- man
You, with your kind of innocent look
You, who can read my mind
Without you I'd be nothing
It's not my fault, not my fault, not my fault I was
In love, in love, in love
-- woman
I remember warm wind from the mountains
Scent of roses and tender look
Italian night by the sea
-- man
And then, though hidden, my soul
Was able to feel that you're mine
-- woman
Don't promise anything
Don't come to say goodbye
Our life is but a game
And we are like children, children, like children
In love, in love, in love
 
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When Spring Comes

I do not know when spring is bound
There'll come the rain to sweep snow clean
But you, my home street, no doubt
In nasty weather are as dear
 
In this same street when a teenager
I used to fly my pigeons up
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
 
And now I wish I hadn't met love
So full of you is all my soul
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
 
When in my street Zarechnaya
All lights go out in the dark
The open hearths of furnace fires
Will blaze on brightly day and night
 
I do not wish another man's lot
I wouldn't change for the whole world
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
 
The world may boast lots of famed streets
But never change address will I
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
 

My Music/Music of My Soul

Years fly by in a wild dance
It was spring I was 20
The bow of love flew on the strings
And violins sang in my youthful heart1
 
I lived only for music
And this passion owned me
But among the thousands of tunes
One remains in the heart2
She was like you
 
And I go back in time
20 years already [gone like] the wind
hello sailor, hello pilot,
hello eating and drinking friends.
 
He plays the trumpet in his fingers,
gets up with the dawn what pain
hello Corporal a what a jerk,
hello aye sir, hello water balloon.
 
Now I have my music
do re mi re I give you the sun
melody in the heart in the soul
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart in the soul
 
Years fly by in a mad dance
It was spring and I [was] 16
And a school waltz circled time
Merging with the rhythms of San Remo
 
And that first passionate kiss of yours
Sounded a beautiful rhapsody
Pipes and bassoons trumpeted
And I read love by notes
 
And so began the music
Do re mi re do si la sol
This song [will] forever be in my soul
Music do re mi re do si la sol
This song [will] forever be in my soul
 
And I go back in time
20 years already [gone like] the wind
hello sailor, hello pilot
hello eating and drinking friends.
 
My dad with the trumpet in his hands
my mother listening nice and easy
from the great desire to make up
poems and songs to sing.
 
Music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart in the soul
music do re mi re do si la sol
melody in the heart in the soul.
 

• 1. Lit. 'in the heart of the young'
• 2. Lit. 'One from the heart does not leave.

Bye, Hon', Sorry

You sometimes thought yourself
cooler than all the bulls
mustache, cigar, hat
you were imitating all the heroes
from militants
but you yourself, alas, you are not
 
You should go over there
To Nevada's border
With all the guys in your situation
For whom everything's about movies
 
Bye, hon', sorry
 
are you in love like all boys
with Marilyn Monroe
I'm totally different
you read books about the movie stars
in the park and in the metro
but you yourself are nothing1
 
Bye, hon', sorry
 
You should go over there
To Nevada's border
With all the guys in your situation
For whom everything's about movies
 
Though you have eyes that well please me
It's too bad I would've wanted to help you
John Wayne, Redford, Newman doesn't exist
 
Life isn't a movie
Bye, hon', sorry
It's too bad sorry
Bye, hon', sorry.
 

• 1. Lit. 'complete zero'