80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar 80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar & rhythm.Lyrics
Oh u've got silver rainbow eyesOh u've got shinning smileYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you Oh I follow you in the lightOh I follow you in the darkYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you
Italiano: Alla mattina appena alzata O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao Alla mattina appena alzata In risaia mi tocca andar.
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao E fra gli insetti e le zanzare Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Il capo in piedi col suo bastone E noi curve a lavorar.
O mamma mia o che tormento O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao O mamma mia o che tormento Lo t'invoco ogni doman.
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo Noi perdiam la gioventù.
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà.
Français: Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.
Anglais: In the morning I got up Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful) In the morning I got up To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And between insects and mosquitoes A hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao The boss is standing with his cane And we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh my god, what a torment As I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And every hour that we pass here We lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao But the day will come when us all Will work in freedom.
Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male voice, electric guitar, organ & rhythm.Lyrics
Italiano Solo una notte in più
Aspetta amore, non te ne anda
Voglio lasciare la mia pelle incontrare la tua
Come se fosse la prima volta
E bruciare come se fosse l'ultima
Solo una notte in più
Speriamo ché il domani, non venga mai
Senza parole, senza promesse, solo il suono dell'amore
Guarderemo il sole tramontare
Metterò nella nostra camera centomila stelle
Français
Juste une nuit de plus
Attends mon amour, ne t'en va pas
Je veux laisser ma peau rencontrer la tienne Comme si c'était la première fois
Et brûler comme si c'était la dernière
Juste une nuit de plus Espérons que demain ne vienne jamais Sans paroles, sans promesses Rien que le son de l'amour On regardera le soleil se coucher Et je mettrai dans notre chambre Cent mille étoiles
English
Just one more night Wait my love, don’t go I want to let my skin meet yours As if it was the first time And burn as if it were the last
Just one more night Let’s hope tomorrow never comes Without worlds, without promises Only the sound of love We will watch the sun goes down And I will bring a thousand stars In our bedroom
Modern piano piece with sombre string accompaniment, unobtrusive Modern piano piece with sombre string accompaniment, unobtrusive percussive elements and tweaked synths. Cinematic, original and touching.
Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Female voice & accordion.Lyrics
Quand elle était p'tite
Le soir elle allait
À Sainte-Marguerite
Où qu'a s'dessalait
Maint'nant qu'elle est grande
Elle marche, le soir,
Avec ceux d'la bande
À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille. Elle a la peau douce
Aux taches de son
À l'odeur de rousse
Qui donne un frissonEt de sa prunelle Aux tons vert-de-gris
L'amour étincelle
Dans ses yeux d'souris. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
Quand le soleil brille
Dans ses cheveux roux
L'génie d'la Bastille
Lui fait les yeux doux
Et quand a s'promène
Du bout d'l'Arsenal
Tout l'quartier s'amène
Au coin du Canal. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
Mais celui qu'elle aime
Qu'elle a dans la peau
C'est Bibi-la-Crème
Parc' qu'il est costaudParc' que c'est un homme
Qui n'a pas l'foie blanc
Aussi faut voir comme
Nini l'a dans l'sang. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
English translation : NINI PEAU DE CHIEN When she was littleIn the evening she would goTo Saint MargueriteTo unwindNow she is biggerIn the evening she goes walkingWith the little bandOf Richard-Lenoir At the Bastille we like herNini Peau d’ChienShe is so nice, so kindWe likeNini Peau d’ChienAt the Bastille She has soft skinWith frecklesAnd a red hair fragranceTo make you shiverAnd from her green-grey pupilsLove’s sparklesIn her young girl’s eyes When the sun is shiningIn her red hairLe Génie de la BastilleMakes eyes at herAnd when she walksFrom the end of the ArsenalThe Whole neighbourhood arrivesAt the corner of the Canal. But the one she lovesWho gets under her skinIs Bibi-la-CrèmeBecause he is a tough guy Because he is a manWho’s not lily liveredWords can’t sayHow deep in her heart he’s become
Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Nostalgic & determined. Solo accordion.
