Boogie-woogie in the style of the 20's & 30's. Classy & cosy intro. Boogie-woogie in the style of the 20's & 30's. Classy & cosy intro. Unbridled, uplifting & danceable @ 0'15. Solo piano.
Alternate vintage piano. Boogie-woogie in the style of the 20's & Alternate vintage piano. Boogie-woogie in the style of the 20's & 30's. Classy & cosy intro. Unbridled, uplifting & danceable @ 0'15. Solo piano.
Song. Sung in Italian.Male voice, jazz band, mandolin & rhythm.Lyrics
ItalianoMio povero amico come stai?
cosa sta succedendo? (cosa sta succedendo?)
vedo che sei sempre giù di forma,
mi sembri molto triste,
e poi non ridi mai.
Dimmi che cosa c'è di sbagliato
non ti riconosco più (non ti riconosco più)
Bisogna che lo dica a tua madre
che sei un po’ palliduccio,
e che non mangi più.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Ora va a rasarti quella barba,
e fa una bella doccia, (e fa una bella doccia,)
scegliei una camicia ben pulita,
pulita e ben stirata,
e il tuo capello nero
Ti porterò in un buon ristorante
a mangiare un po’ di pasta (a mangiar' un po’ di pasta) Vedremo tutte le belle ragazze,
passando per la strada
che mostrano le gambe.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Français
Mon pauvre ami comment vas-tu ? Qu’est-ce qui t’arrive ? Je vois que tu es de moins en moins en forme, Tu as l’air très triste, Et tu ne ris jamais. Dis-moi ce qui ne va pas Je ne te reconnais plus Il faut le dire à ta mère Que tu es un peu trop pâle, Et que tu ne manges plus.
Mon Pippo, Mon Peppe, Peppino, Ne t’en fais pas Attends, Calmement, C’est sûr, Ta femme reviendra Allez, viens, viens, viens avec moi Sortons, ne t’inquiète pas Ta femme reviendra
Allez, va raser cette barbe, Et prends-toi une bonne douche Choisis une belle chemise propre, Propre et bien repassée, Et ton chapeau noir Je t’emmène dans un bon restaurant Manger des pâtes Nous regarderons toutes les jolies filles Qui se baladent dans la rue En montrant leurs jambes
English
My poor friend how are you doing? What happened to you? I see that you are less and less on form You look sad and you never laugh Tell me what’s up I don’t recognize you anymore Your mother should be told That you’re a bit too pale And you’re not eating anymore
My Pippo, My Peppe, Peppino, Don’t worry Wait, Be calm Your wife will come back
For sure Come on, come with me Let’s go out Don’t worry Your wife will come back
Come on, go and shave off this beard Take a good shower Pick out a nice clean shirt Clean and well-ironed And your black hat And I take you to a good restaurant We’ll eat pasta And watch the pretty girls Go by in the street Showing off their legs.
Song of the 50s. Crooner. Sensual & peaceful. Male voice & big band.Lyrics
When the blackbird in the Spring, On the willow tree, Sat and rocked, I heard him sing, Singing Aura Lea.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maid with golden hair; Sunshine came along with thee, And swallows in the air.
In thy blush the rose was born, Music, when you spake, Through thine azure eye the morn, Sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Birds of crimson wing, Never song have sung to me, As in that sweet spring.
Swing through winter fitfully, On the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see, Gloom will soon depart; For to me, sweet Aura Lea Is sunshine through the heart.
When the mistletoe was green, Midst the winter's snows, Sunshine in thy face was seen, Kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Take my golden ring; Love and light return with thee, And swallows with the spring.
FR:
Quand le merle au printemps Sur le saule pleureur S’assit et se balança, je l’entendis chanter, Il chantait Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea Demoiselle aux cheveux d’or Le soleil arriva avec vous Et les hirondelles volaient La rose naquit en rougissant La musique quand vous parliez Dans ton œil d’azur Le matin étincelant sembla se lever.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea Les oiseaux aux ailes écarlates N’ont jamais chanté comme En ce doux printemps Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea Tangue dans l’air turbulant d’hiver.
Mais si je vois tes yeux bleus Mon cafard partira bientôt Car pour moi douce Aura Lea Est le soleil qui transperce le cœur
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea Quand le gui était vert Parmi les neiges d’hiver On voyait le soleil sur ton visage Embrasser les lèvres roses.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea Prenez mon anneau d’or L’amour et la lumière reviennent avec vous
Fast, happy and lively. Suitable for images of an Italian foodmarket Fast, happy and lively. Suitable for images of an Italian foodmarket or a professional kitchen with fast working chefs or images of chef's table. With clarinet, trumpet, tuba, xylophone, percussions and drums, guitar, accordion, violin, double bass.
