A keresés eredménye oldal 3

I Return to You

Today is another day and he will not return.
The problems pass with the days.
I, who waste my time in front of the TV,
no longer am alone inside of myself,
with the sense of no longer wanting one another.
 
And now your regrets that you will not understand
I search among the photos that I have never taken.
I close my eyes and turn off the TV,
my big no's, my 'then I'll do it''s
with the sense of no longer finding yourself.
 
I will go away (I will go away)
I will go away from here (away from here)
as long as I see the sun light up
and the breath that knows (the breath that knows)
the rain that the city sweats—
as long as I believe I will return to you—
I run to you.
 
Tomorrow is another day and she will not return.
Your dreams pass by like the days.
They are as indifferent as the TV
and wait until you no longer feel them.
You close your heart and you no longer see them.
 
I will go away,
I will go away from here.
I will search for you.
I will search for you but you call out to me
as long as you see my sun light up—
as long as I believe I know that I return to you.
 
If no one ever changes,
no one can save you
but you know (but you know)—
who you know (you know who).
You know it.
 

Little College Girl

Dear little college girl,
you can never hear my voice.
When I sing to you,
you sleep and cannot listen to
the words that I would like
to dedicate to you alone.
 
Dear little college girl,
I do not know that you are crying—I know you do not.
But do not cry because
one day surely you will find
the one who knows—but my eyes
speak to you alone.
 
And when you forget
but cry no longer,
I will sing to you again,
little girl, like this.
 
Dear little college girl,
if you feel very sad this evening,
no, do not cry because
one day surely you will find
the one who knows—but my eyes
speak to you alone.
 
And when you forget
but cry no longer,
I will sing to you again,
little girl, like this.
 
Dear little college girl,
if you feel very sad this evening,
no, do not cry because
one day surely you will find
the one who knows—but my eyes
speak to you alone.
 

Sing If You Want to Sing

How beautiful you are, Rome,
how beautiful you are, Rome, in the springtime.
The Tiber serves you, the Tiber serves you like a belt,
Saint Peter's and the Campidoglio like bedding.
How beautiful you are, Rome,
how beautiful you are, Rome, in the early evening.
Spin if you want to spin.
Sing if you want to sing.
 
From here to there to the river,
from here to there to the river, there is a star.
And you cannot look at it
and you cannot look at it, so much does it shine.
And this is my Rome, my beautiful Rome,
from here to there to the river,
from here to there to the river, there is a star.
Spin if you want to spin.
Sing if you want to sing.
 
How beautiful you are, Rome,
how beautiful you are, Rome, in the springtime.
The Tiber serves you, the Tiber serves you like a belt,
Saint Peter's and the Campidoglio like bedding.
How beautiful you are, Rome,
how beautiful you are, Rome, in the early evening.
Spin if you want to spin.
Sing if you want to sing.
 
From here to there to the river,
from here to there to the river, there is a star.
And you cannot look at it
and you cannot look at it, so much does it shine.
And this is my Rome, my beautiful Rome,
from here to there to the river,
from here to there to the river, there is a star.
Spin if you want to spin.
Sing if you want to sing.
 

You Will Find (What You Seek)

You will find what you seek only in me,
only in me who for so long waits for you.
I will tell you the words that you want
and that so far no one has ever said.
 
You will find that need only in me,
only in me for I live without you.
No one can find
a step into my heart
if I never have you.
 
When you favor me
to live next to you,
it will light up my face
and I will find the way
to reach you.
 
And you will see that life then will be
happier only together with me.
And you will not be able to find
another great love
if you will not be here with me.
 
~~~~~
 
And you will see that life then will be
happier only together with me.
Eh, eh, and you will not be able to find
another great love
if you will not be here with me.
 
And you will not be able to find
another great love
if you will not be here with me.
 
Do-ooh-oooh-ooh.
 

Sad Little Girl

Sad little girl,
behind that window of yours,
tell me, but what you are thinking?
You are not tired of counting
every day, as you do,
each drop that the rain
brings down.
 
Sad little girl,
write also on your windowpane
all of the dreams that you no longer live.
But, in the dreams you will see,
you can never find
that which you hide
deep in your eyes.
 
Love no longer knocks
since quite some time at your door
where desire falls to pieces
and hope goes away.
 
Sad little girl,
no, do not cry for nothing.
You will see that one day you will find
a boy like me
that will make dream again
a little girl
like you.
 
~~~~~
 
Love no longer knocks
since quite some time at your door
where desire falls to pieces
and hope goes away.
 
Sad little girl,
no, do not cry for nothing.
You will see that one day you will find
a boy like me
who will make dream again
a little girl
like you.
 

The Heart is a Gypsy

I had a wound deep in my heart,
I suffered, I suffered.
I told her it is nothing but I lied,
I cried, I cried.
For you it grows late, it is already night,
do not hold onto me—let me down.
She told me do not look me in the eye,
and she left me, singing this:
 
'Is it my fault if the heart is a gypsy and goes?
It has no chains, the heart is a gypsy and goes and goes
until it finds the greenest pasture that there is.
It will collect the stars onto itself
and it will stop, who knows—
and it will stop.'
 
The other night, I saw her after a year,
she laughed, she laughed.
She held me, she knew that my heart
was beating, beating.
She told me let's be together tonight.
How I wanted to answer yes
but, never looking into her eyes,
I left her, singing this:
 
'Is it my fault if the heart is a gypsy and goes?
It has no chains, the heart is a gypsy and goes and goes
until it finds the greenest pasture that there is.
It will collect the stars onto itself
and it will stop, who knows—
and it will stop.'
 

Mrs. Robinson

Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo
doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-dooo doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo
doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo.
 
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
 
To be curious and a bit indiscreet, tell me what do you do?
And how do you spend your long days?
How do you see the world from the glasses you wear?
You still dream of it as of your past times.
 
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
 
Old house where the sun is never seen,
amidst the fake roses and memories,
four gray and old cats live with you.
They will never leave you now.
 
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
 
Sunday on the sofa you will be good,
talking with your old friends.
You will gossip and laugh as the time goes by.
Your youth will not return.
 
Where will he be, the one who thirty years ago
said the phrases that you never forget?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
The youth is gone,
there is no emptier field now.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
 

Let Us Love One Another So Much

Let us love one another so much, my love.
Your heart tells you not to leave me anymore.
Hold me tight, do not say goodbye,
because I do not live if I lack you.
 
If you can forget the kisses that I gave you,
remember the ones that you gave to me.
That day at the Lungotevere,
you swore eternal love.
Let us love one another so much—but even more.
 
~~~~~
 
Hold me tightly, do not say goodbye,
because I do not live if I lack you.
 
If you can forget the kisses that I gave you,
remember the ones that you gave to me.
That day at the Lungotevere,
you swore eternal love.
Let us love one another so much—but even more.
Let us love one another so much—but even more.
 

Love, I Miss You

The roses were already blooming,
the winter was growing pale
and I went away.
That day I remember that
I still loved you
but I left you.
 
At first you no longer knew
whether to live or die
but, after a while,
you returned to live again
because no one is an angel
such as you are.
 
Our house is small
but you kept it in order
just for me.
You lived alone and sad but
had hope
inside of you.
 
And the months now passed
and you turned pale
more and more
until that bright day
you found a letter
written by me.
 
'Love, I miss you
but I will not return.
Love, I miss you,
wait if you wish.'
 
One day in December now—
at this point you no longer thought of me.
When I returned.
I saw you near the tree
and you smiled right away
upon seeing me.
 
One word was enough that
you would have returned
to my arms
but the morning after
I told you this and then—
then I went away.
 
'I miss you love
but I will not return.
I miss you love,
wait for me no longer.'
 
The roses were already blooming,
the winter was growing pale
and I went away.
The swallows told me that
in that little house
you are no longer there.
 
And it is I who no longer know
whether to live or die
without you.
One word was enough that
you would have returned
to my arms.
 
And it is I who no longer know
whether to live or die
without you.
The roses are dead now,
love, my love,
I will miss you.
 

I Do Not Believe in Your Love

~~~~~ [whistling]
 
I do not believe in your love.
Perhaps you will not understand.
Too many times have I fallen,
slipping into trouble.
 
In profile I see you again,
everything I already have
that I have lived through too many times.
Certainly I will not forget.
 
Swear to me that it will be with you
all different but the truth—
they are words, words
that the wind will disperse.
 
Apple blossom time for you
is to live to die of you—
that I know who you are,
do not know who you are
and how long you will stay.
 
Apple blossom time for me
is the game that pushes me towards you.
Beautiful like this,
I would get lost,
I would get burned
in the fire that you are.
 
~~~~~ [whistling]
 
But I would not have thought still
to find myself here like this
doing the countdown
and maybe saying yes to you.
 
I do not believe in your love
but I wonder where I will go
if looking at your smile
I will not know how to say no.
 
I know not if there is a destiny for us,
if everything passes or never will pass—
to relive the best of my life,
to relive it in us.
 
Apple blossom time for you
is to live to die of you—
that I know who you are,
do not know who you are
and how long you will stay.
 
Apple blossom time for me
is the game that pushes me towards you.
Beautiful like this,
I would get lost,
I would get burned
in the fire that you are.
 
~~~~~
 
Apple blossom time for me
is the game that pushes me towards you.
Beautiful like this,
I would get lost,
I would get burned
in the fire that you are—
in the fire that you are.
 

Sing, Little Girl

You are like me
when I was a child.
You are beautiful and you do not know
all that you have.
 
Sing, little girl,
for the day lasts only a few hours
and, when evening comes, you might discover
that the sun sets and you are left behind.
 
Sing, little girl,
and do not stop crying or thinking
that so much passes, even love,
and, in the end, you remain alone.
 
No, do not do as I did.
Do not do as I did
for now I no longer live.
 
A day is worth a year
and life is worth a moment.
You wake up one morning
and you find you are already a woman.
 
Sing, little girl,
for the day lasts only a few hours
and, when evening comes, you might discover
that the sun sets and you are left behind.
 
Sing, little girl,
and do not stop crying or thinking
that so much passes, even love,
and, in the end, you remain alone.
 
No, do not do as I did.
Do not do as I did
for now I no longer live.
 
Sing, little girl,
for the day lasts only a few hours
and, when evening comes, you might discover
that the sun sets and you are left behind.
 
Sing, little girl,
and do not stop crying or thinking
that so much passes completely, even love,
and, in the end, you remain alone.
 

It Is Pointless to Sit and Wonder

It is pointless to sit and wonder
why I will go away.
It is pointless to sit and wonder
because you will never know.
 
When the rooster sings at dawn
if you look out on the road
you will no longer see me because
I will have already gone from you.
 
It is pointless to turn on the lamp
since you know that I will not come.
It is pointless to turn on the lamp
since you know I will not come back.
 
When the sun goes down on the meadows
if you look out on the road
you will no longer see me because
I will have already gone from you.
 
~~~~~ [whistling]
 
It is pointless to sit and wonder
why I will go away.
It is pointless to sit and wonder
because you will never know.
 
When the rooster sings at dawn
if you look out on the road
you will no longer see me because
I will have already gone from you—
I will have already gone from you—
I will have already gone from you.
 
~~~~~ [whistling]
 

I Owe It To You

I owe it to you, if I can,
to forget about her.
I owe it to you, to your eyes
that have already forgiven me.
 
I have always made you cry
but you smile with me.
It's just even now if you love me,
I owe it to you.
 
I owe it to you, all of the love
that is coming back in me.
I owe it to you—
to you.
 
~~~~~
 
I have always made you cry
but you smile with me.
It's just even now if you love me,
I owe it to you.
 
I owe it to you, all of the love
that is coming back in me.
I owe it to you—
to you.
 

Tom Dooley

It was there in the mountains,
it is there that I met her.
It was there in the mountains
that I used my knife.
 
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
you cannot escape now.
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
tomorrow you will die.
 
When tomorrow comes,
I will no longer be here
If I am not already in Grayson,
I will be in Tennessee.
 
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
you cannot escape now.
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
tomorrow you will die.
 
When tomorrow comes
do you know where I will be?
From an oak tree
I might be hanging.
 
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
you cannot escape now.
You cannot escape, Tom Dooley,
tomorrow you will die.
 

That Train to Yuma

I would like to get again
on that train to Yuma
where I met the love
that I will always regret.
We did not speak
yet we understood one another.
Love was born in silence.
In leaving,
she sadly bade me farewell.
 
What pain!
What pain!
I strained to see her leave.
How much love!
That train knew how to enchant me.
 
I will get again
on that train to Yuma.
I will see her again.
I will hold her tight to my heart.
Perhaps it is but a dream of love
that awakening can erase.
Even without hope
I will return there.
 
I will go back (he will go back)—
I will go back...
 

The Last Goodbye

I know you want to stay with me.
I would also like to stay here
but soon a train will leave
and carry me away from you.
 
This is the last goodbye
for I will go far away
but your love, you know,
I take it away—
I take it away with me.
 
You my love think of me then.
God willing, I will return.
 
~~~~~
 
This is the last goodbye
for I will go far away
but your love, you know,
I take it away—
I take it away with me.
 
You my love think of me then.
God willing, I will return—
I will return—
I will return—
hmmm...
 

The Fair of Forgiveness

If you go to the Fair of Forgiveness
down in the village of nougats and necklaces,
if you meet the one who was my love,
tell her that I cannot come now.
 
Tell her to embroider on a piece of silk
two seagulls amidst pink clouds
but not with threads of many colors—
but rather with the strands of her hair.
 
Tell her to find a parcel of land
among the olive trees and glassy streams.
Then I will be able to go back to her
and the harvest will find us together.
 
The mountain laughs with the wind
down in the village of nougats and necklaces,
and, when I cry out your name in snow,
a fawn flees along the path.
 
If you go to the Fair of Forgiveness
down in the village of nougats and necklaces,
if you meet the one who was my love,
tell her that I cannot come now.
 

Nothing of Me

When it will all be over between us,
you will remember nothing of me.
What has been is regret.
 
Too many times have I cried for you or over us.
Now no, I no longer suffer.
What has been is regret.
 
But it's too late now,
you are not, not for me.
What has been is regret.
 
~~~~~ [whistling]
 
But it's too late now,
you are not, not for me.
What has been is regret.
 

The Stranger

With this face of a stranger,
I am but a simple man
even if to you it will not seem so.
 
I have eyes as clear as the sea,
capable only of dreaming
whereas now I no longer dream.
 
Half pirate, half artist,
a wanderer, a musician
who steals just about as much as he gives.
 
With this mouth that will drink
at every fountain to be seen
and perhaps never to stop.
 
With this face of a stranger,
I traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
 
It took the sun of summer
and a thousand women in love
to make me grow up.
 
I did wrong openly
and at times I also suffered
but without ever crying.
 
And my soul, yes you know,
will end up in Purgatory
barring a miracle before then.
 
With this face of a stranger,
on an abandoned ship,
I have arrived at you.
 
And now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera,
of this ageless love.
 
You will be queen and will reign—
the things of which you dream
will become reality.
 
Our love will last
for a short eternity
until death comes.
 
Our love will last
for a short eternity
until death comes.
 

Peek-a-Boo

Peek-a-Boo, I no longer live.
I am suffering because
I have a thorn deep in my heart—
my thorn is you.
 
Peek-a-Boo only you
are a rose for me—
a sweet strawberry,
there is none sweeter.
 
Give me your life
or for me it's over,
it's over without you.
Oh, Peek-a-Boo.
 
Peek-a-Boo, I brought you here
into my heart but you
always free yourself
and I love you more and more.
 
Give me your life
or for me it's over,
it's over without you.
Oh, Peek-a-Boo.
 
~~~~~
(Hey, baby!)
 
Give me your life
or for me it's over,
it's over without you.
Oh, Peek-a-Boo.
 
Peek-a-Boo, I no longer live.
I am suffering because
I have a thorn deep in my heart—
my thorn is you.
 
Peek-a-Boo—
I love you more and more.
Peek-a-Boo—
I love you more and more.
Peek-a-Boo—
olli-olli oh no.
Peek-a-Boo—
olli-olli oh no...
 

Signorina, signorina

You made yourself up, signorina,
from evening to morning,
you made yourself prettier and you don't know it.
 
You made yourself up, signorina,
without even noticing
you have already conquered the whole city.
 
Open your eyes, signorina,
for love is approaching
but if you make a mistake, signorina, it goes away.
 
With a kiss you can dream,
with a kiss you can suffer.
Be careful, signorina, what you do.
 
You will read the book of love tomorrow
and you will fall in love and you will fall in love
but the book, signorina, is a mystery you don't know.
Be careful—beware of love.
 
You made yourself up, signorina,
from evening to morning,
you made yourself prettier and you don't know it.
 
You made yourself up, signorina,
without even noticing
you have already conquered the whole city.
 
Open your eyes, signorina,
for love is approaching
but if you make a mistake, signorina, it goes away.
 
With a kiss you can dream,
with a kiss you can suffer.
Be careful, signorina, what you do.
 
~~~~~
 
Be careful—beware of love.
 
You made yourself up, signorina,
from evening to morning,
you made yourself prettier and you don't know it.
 
Signorina, signorina,
without even noticing
you have already conquered the whole city.
 
Open your eyes, signorina,
for love is approaching
but if you make a mistake, signorina, it goes away.
 
With a kiss you can dream,
with a kiss you can suffer.
Be careful, signorina—
be careful, signorina,
what you do.
 

My Thoughts

I think if the river every day
carries water to the sea,
the sea will have very big arms
and take all of the water with it.
 
These arms of mine are not big
but I am here for you alone.
They will only close on the day
that you return to me.
 
I think that along your road, darling,
you will find the rainbow
and, at the end of that road,
you will take my hand with your hand, you know.
 
You will not be alone for an hour
even if you will not see me.
I believe my thoughts
that will be in each place
where you go.
 
In my mind get lost
a thousand thoughts for you
and I know not where you are,
what are you doing, laughing, crying.
I will never forget you as long as I live.
 
~~~~~~
 
You will not be alone for an hour
even if you will not see me.
I believe my thoughts
that will be in each place
where you go.
 
I believe my thoughts
that will be in each place
where you go.
 

How Much I Love You

I see in your eyes
lakes and forests that
I would never have seen
had I not seen you.
 
Now that you're here
I feel that things will change,
tomorrow my happiness
will come back.
 
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
 
When your mouth
joins with mine,
when your song
becomes poetry.
 
When your heart wants
but your heart doesn't know,
when out of modesty
it becomes distant.
 
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
 
When summer dies,
when you grow old
and the time for love
is at that point over for you.
 
When the first smile
becomes a cry,
when your desire
alone will remain.
 
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
 
When your hand
clings to mine,
when reality
becomes fantasy.
 
Without thinking about before,
without thinking about then,
when we are alone
and it is just us.
 
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
How much I love you,
you don't know how much I love you.
 
How much I love you.
 

San Francisco

If you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you.
There is a girl in San Francisco
who, if you wish, will accept it for me.
 
Open your heart in San Francisco
and you will get back the love that you give.
I have been to San Francisco
and I already know what you will find.
 
Oh how many eyes
full of smiles,
aha, wherever you look.
You will smell the scent
in the streets and in the air,
aha, of a new world—
of a new world.
 
And if you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you.
There is a girl in San Francisco
who, if you wish, will accept it for me.
 
If you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you—
with you—
with you—
with you—
hmmm-mmm-mmm—
with you—
with you—
with you-—
hmmm-mmm-mmm—
whoa-oh-oh-hmmm.
 

And If It Were Not Forever

And if it were not forever
you telling me what I should do,
if you disappeared tonight,
I would lose my mind.
Now that I have tasted you,
I no longer live without you.
The past no longer matters
to me.
 
But if it were only tonight,
I would be starting tomorrow
a beggar of notes that then
I would sing to you.
With you, I can talk
about moons that I will not see
and only you can give me
that which I do not have.
 
You melt my heart of snow
like the sun,
as already down by the sea
you hold me close to you.
My heart of salt,
you melt it in your sea
and, like the wind, come back here—
you return here.
 
But tell me that you stay tomorrow,
that when I awaken you are here.
You hear the barking dogs
watching over us.
Tell me that it will not end,
that you always stay with me,
that nighttime in my heart
is no more.
 
~~~~~
 
You melt my heart of snow
like the sun,
as still in the sea
you hold me close to you.
My heart is a sail,
you melt it in your sea
and, like the wind,
you come back here.
 
With you, I can dream
of lives that I will not live
but only you give worth
to what I have.
Tell me that it will never end.
Tell me that you stay with me.
Choose the best thing
for you as well.
 
Because if it were forever with you,
no one will ever love you
as I love you.
 

On My Pony

The sun is about to set,
the sky becomes bluer,
the breeze seems to carress
and a cowboy likes to dream.
 
To return to the lonely hills
far away in the West
while still riding
on my pony next to you.
 
To hear your voice again
whispering 'head for the hills,'
to ride along the river
on my pony traveling for you—
on my pony traveling for you.
 
~~~~~
 
To return again, sweet love,
to return again to the West.
Racing, riding
on my pony next to you.
 

Impossible Love

How come your eyes
do not break from my gaze?
It's I know that you cannot
because there is already another.
 
When a love is impossible,
but, because it takes hold more and more,
inside my head I repeat 'no'
but fear that I will learn.
 
A woman who is already attached
is such a living hell.
What a heartbreak in your life!
You don't know there was a winter.
 
When a love is impossible,
but, because in the heart a 'yes' arises,
unbearable moment that
I am lost behind you—
behind you.
 
When a love is impossible,
the more you don't want it, the more you will seek it out.
You make me feel more crazy for you
if you do not go away.
 
How come, if you know,
do you not leave my bed?
I will be quiet and I would not want
to lack respect for you
but if you do not go away.
 
~~~~~
 
Unbearable moment that
I am lost behind you.
 
It's this impossible love
and that this evening we are here
but how is it you will not decide
between a 'no' and a 'yes.'
 
How come your eyes
do not break from my gaze?
It's I know that you cannot
because there is already another.
 
Impossible at this point—
impossible at this point—
impossible at this point—
impossible at this point.
 

I Will Not Change

There is music on the radio.
It's cold outside and perhaps snowing.
On those evenings that involve you,
that the memories chase after each other,
think back to your women,
to a story that I left
inside of you.
 
Because it happens to fall in love and get lost,
for reasons you expected to break up,
but the light on those faces,
the infinity in those eyes,
never stopped shining.
I always held them fast
inside of me.
 
I will not change,
I will fall in love,
I will be enchanted
by one look
and I will give it a try
and then perhaps I will regret it
but regrets
I have not had and will not have.
 
But there is music tonight.
I'm glad it's snowing outside.
The reflection of a light
fills the air with magic.
You are all still here,
you never go away.
 
I will not change,
I will fall in love,
I will be enchanted
by one look
and I will give it a try
and then perhaps I will regret it
but regrets
I have not had and will not have.
 
But there is music tonight.
I'm glad it's snowing outside.
The reflection of a light
fills the air with magic.
You are all still here,
you never go away.
You are all here,
you never go away—
away—
away—
away—
away.
 

She Will Laugh

Because you, I know, are better than me,
because you will give her everything you have,
because as long as you live you will love only her,
I will not do anything to bring her back to me.
 
She will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
you make her laugh because
she will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
she cried too much with me.
 
Even if I will suffer more than I know,
even if I already know that I will regret it,
even if she would leave you for me,
I will not do anything to bring her back to me.
 
She will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
you make her laugh because
she will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
she cried too much with me.
 
(She will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh.)
 
~~~~~
 
(She will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh.)
 
~~~~~
 
But if you love her a bit less than me,
but if you change and become another man,
but if you spoil what I did for her,
I swear I will return and take her back.
 
She will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
you make her laugh because
she will laugh, she will laugh, she will laugh,
she cried too much with me.
 

Red Roses

Red roses for you
I bought tonight
and your heart knows
what I want from you.
 
One does not die from love
and I don't know how to explain it
because I am dying for you.
 
Ever since I left you
it will be because I was wrong
but I live for you.
 
And now there is no longer a road
that won't take me back,
my love, you know why.
In the heart of my heart,
I have no one other than you.
 
Perhaps in love roses
are no longer used
but these flowers
can speak to you of me.
 
Red roses for you
I bought tonight
and your heart knows
what I want from you.
 
One does not die from love
but the one who feels alone
does not know how to live anymore.
Hoping for the last time,
tonight I bought
red roses for you.
 
The road of memories
is always the longest,
my love, you know why.
In the heart of my heart,
I have no one other than you.
 
Perhaps in love roses
are no longer used
but these flowers
can speak to you of me.
 
Red roses for you
I bought tonight
and your heart knows
what I want from you.
 

You Will Not Have Me

You will not have me but you don't know,
it's not certain why—
because you, you're not—
you're not made for me.
And only because
now I would love
if you want, you'll understand, I know.
 
You will not have me even though
you love me that way.
I could tell you that
perhaps one day you will have me
but I don't want, you know,
to make you suffer again
because I know I will not have it for her.
 
Perhaps you,
you will want to search for me
but I beg you not to do it because
 
I could not, I would not know how
to make it without her.
I know that you will find
someone who will know how to give you
that love that you will
never get from me
because I know I will not have it for her.
 
~~~~~
 
That love that you will
never get from me
because I know I will not have it for her.
 

Romantic Blues

Now I no longer sleep.
When it is night I go walking
ever since,
ever since she's been around.
 
I wonder if I am alive
or I am dreaming—
dreaming,
dreaming of her.
 
In the silence of the night
a voice will say to me:
 
Love is a romantic blues—
a blues that makes my heart die.
During the day, I want to forget it—
at night, I think about her.
 
I love her even when it's not here,
that blues that makes my heart die.
I love her more every day
because now I no longer live.
 
You tell me it will happen,
who will love me, but when?
You alone see it,
with your eyes dreaming.
Never do you even know,
not even where you are.
 
In the silence of the night
a voice will say to me:
 
Love is a romantic blues—
a blues that makes my heart die.
 
~~~~~
 
At night, I think about her.
 
I love her even when it's not here,
that blues that makes my heart die.
I love her more every day
because now I no longer live.