단어 ... Napolitan song. XVIth century. Sung in Napolitan. Melancholic & ...Napolitan song. XVIth century. Sung in Napolitan. Melancholic & peaceful. Female voice, acoustic guitar & mandolin.
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!"
단어 ... Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female ...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
Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. Solo accordion.
No simple word, The open book, The letter's kill and you can't lookA broken lock, The empty mouth, A distant sound creeping out
A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder A silent word, The poison took, The shallow eyes take their last lookA whispered doubt, An empty house, An autumn leaf on the ground A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder
단어 ... Song. Sung in Italian. Dreamy & peaceful. Female voice, guitar, ...Song. Sung in Italian. Dreamy & peaceful. Female voice, guitar, accordion, mandolin & drums.
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
단어 ... French song. Lounge music / romantic comedy / bossa nova. Relax, ...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
단어 ... French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. ...French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. Female singer, acoustic guitar, electric keyboard & string section.
Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
Dans les vagues de Biarritz disparaît le fracas du monde Pas un jour pas un solstice sans l’écume qui vagabonde Au fond des âmes brûle un sésame C’est le présent qui s’enflamme
Dans les mots que tu me glisses : des secondes suspendues Faudrait il que j’abolisse le temps qui passe et les vertus Je laisse fuir les âmes d’artistes, les sentiments hédonistes…
Dans les rides de tes yeux, les minutes ralentissent Dans tes gestes voluptueux se dessinent les délices
Ici et maintenant, Dans la douceur Que donne le souffle du temps Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte, Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
English translation :
HERE AND NOW
Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
In the waves of Biarritz, disappears the turmoil of the world Not a day, not a solstice without the foam that roams Deep in the soul burns a sesame It's the present that ignites it.
In the words you whispered: suspended seconds Should I abolish the passage of time and the virtues I let the souls of artists flee, the hedonistic feelings ...
In the wrinkles of your eyes, the minutes slow down In your voluptuous gestures we see the delight Here and now, In the sweetness
Which time breathes Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
단어 ... Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & ...Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & harmonica. Electric bass solo @ 2'26.
I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
단어 ... Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female ...Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female singer, string orchestra, piano & trumpet.
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
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. String orchestra, piano & trumpet.
단어 ... Song sung in French. 1868-1920. First World War. Romantic & moving. ...Song sung in French. 1868-1920. First World War. Romantic & moving. Female singer, piano & accordion.
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
단어 ... Folk song. Tender & peaceful. Male voice & folk guitar.
Les douces étoiles au-dessus de la mer me guidentCombien de temps avant de devenir « moi », enfinTenir ta main me rend si fortPas de repos pour toi mon amour, continue…Je vois Overland…Il y a un endroit où il faut être.Oh, ni vent, ni pluie, ni le froid de l’hiverNi aucune étoile peut me libérer.Je vois Overland…Il y a un endroit où je peux être moiToujours.
단어 ... Song. Nostalgic. Sung in Italian. Female voice, acoustic guitar, ...Song. Nostalgic. Sung in Italian. Female voice, acoustic guitar, piano, mandolin, accordion & rhythm.
ItalianoDove sono biscottini e caramelle,
l'olio fresco dal mulino, il bardolino, pane tondo cotto al forno di mattonelle,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo. Dove sono ceci fave per le minestre,
l’uovo col marsala, le frittelle,
il sapor' delle zucchine del giardino,
se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Passa un giorno di più,
e tutto sembra come fosse ieri,
passa la vita veloce,
e niente resta più come prima.
I boschetti con i funghi son perduti,
e la briscola in famiglia, non si fa più,
il suon dell'organetto dello zio,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo.
La bottega della Lina, il cenciaiolo,
limoncello e cassate a due soldi,
e le donne al lavatorio, la befana,
se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Biciclette e bagni al mare in agosto, i fumetti con Minnie, e topolino,
la pesca della trota con il nonno,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo.
E fuggita la ragazza dagli occhi chiari,
la quercia del cortile, l'inchiostro blu,
e il cinema all' aperto con Maria, se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Français
Où sont les gâteaux et le caramel L’huile nouvelle du moulin,
Le pain rond cuit au four de brique Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
Où sont les pois chiches et les fèves pour les minestrones L’œuf au Marsala, les beignets L’odeur des courgettes dans le jardin Tout a disparu avec le vent
Un jour de plus est passé Et tout semble comme si c’était hier La vie passe si vite Et plus rien n’est plus comme autrefois
Les bois aux champignons sont perdus On ne joue plus à la briscola en famille, Le son de l’accordéon de l’oncle, Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
La boutique de Lina, le chiffonnier Limoncello et cassate à deux sous Et les femmes au lavoir, la befana Tout a disparu avec le vent
La bicyclette et les bains de mer en août Les bandes dessinées avec Minnie et Mickey La pêche à la truite avec le grand-père Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
La jeune fille aux yeux clairs a disparu Le chêne de la cour, l’encre bleue Et le cinéma en plein air avec Maria Tout a disparu avec le vent
English
Where are the cakes and the caramels The oil fresh from the mill The round bread baked in the brick oven I remember, I remember everything
Where are the chick peas
End the broad beans from the minestrone Eggs in Marsala, the doughnuts The smell of zucchinis in the garden Everything has gone with the wind
Another day has gone by And all is as if it was yesterday Life goes by so fast And nothing is like it used to be
The mushroom woods have gone We no longer play briscola as a family, The sound of my uncle’s arccordion, I remember, I remember everything
Lina’s little shop, the rag and bone man Limoncello and cassate a penny a piece And women in the wash house, la befana Everything has gone with the wind
The bicycle and swimming in the August sea The cartoons with Minnie and mickey Trout fishing with granddad
The young bright-eyed girl has disappeared The oak-tree in the garden, the blue ink And the open-air cinema with Maria Everything has gone with the wind
단어 ... French song. Pop ballad / romantic / neo retro / bossa nova. Dreamy, ...French song. Pop ballad / romantic / neo retro / bossa nova. Dreamy, melancholic & sentimental. Acoustic guitar solo @ 1'16. Female singer, acoustic guitar, string section, double bass & rhythm.
Tout était beau, tout était bleu, du ciel jusqu'à ses yeux Tout s'est passé en un instant, comme un jeu d'enfant
Je n'avais rien connu de mieux, mon amoureux Cœurs légers, baisers hors du temps, mon bel amant
Rêve éveillé, cheveux au vent Et se cacher comme un jeu d'enfant
Sans un mot, nous faisions tous deux l'amour en feu Non, plus rien n'était important, aussi brûlant
La fin de l'été c'est déchirant Pour tout oublier comme un jeu d'enfant
Son regard glissa peu à peu comme un adieu Les garçons ne sont pas sérieux à 17 ans Comme un jeu d'enfant... English translation : LIKE A CHILDREN’S GAME
Everything was beautiful, everything was blue, from heaven to his eyes
Everything happened in a moment like a children’s game
단어 ... Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, ...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
Painted morning on the air Turned around and disappeared Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong By the moments on the headTaken in and worn again Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...We don't know... There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong All the gone eyes see the raysEvery moment every wayDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong We don't know... We don't know... We don't know... We don't know...
We don't know... We don't know... We don't know... We don't know...
Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,Sky up above,Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.
단어 ... Magical & feminine. Acoustic & electric guitar, ukulele, female ...Magical & feminine. Acoustic & electric guitar, ukulele, female singer, glockenspiel, whistling @ 1'28 & rhythm.
Close your eyes, and follow the rainbow,Far away it rises , far away it goesThere's somewhere a wonderland, where we'll stand together Close your eyes, and follow the riverfar away it starts, far away it flowsThere's somewhere a wonderland, where we'll stand togetherA wonder.
단어 ... Folk song. Tender, charming, naive, delicate & feminine. Female ...Folk song. Tender, charming, naive, delicate & feminine. Female singer, acoustic guitar & glockenspiel. Suggested for lullaby, children & Nature.
Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,
Sky up above,
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,
Flower, Flower
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue
Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.
