A keresés eredménye

Melancholic moon

You,
Pale moon, why
Are you so sad, what is it?
Why don't you shine for me?
 
Up there,
You can see my heart,
The disappointment in love,
This great sorrow of mine.
 
You know what kisses she could give me,
And you too cannot forget.
Perhaps you feel the melancholy,
Perhaps you know she's never coming back.
 
You,
Pale moon, why
Are you so sad, what is it?
You want to suffer with me.
 
Alone, I'll wander
Following my fate, in search of love.
I won't listen, along the way,
to the heart's voice.
 
Just the white moon
Shall guide me from the sky,
It'll teach me the way,
And it'll accompany me.
 
You,
Pale moon, why
Are you so sad, what is it?
Why don't you shine for me?
 
Up there,
You can see my heart,
The disappointment in love,
This great sorrow of mine.
 
You know what kisses she could give me,
And you too cannot forget.
Perhaps you feel the melancholy,
Perhaps you know she's never coming back.
 
You,
Pale moon, why
Are you so sad, what is it?
You want to suffer with me.
 

Serenade to the stars

Don't pretend to be asleep
When a heart is sighing for you:
Can't you hear my serenade,
Telling you about me once again?
 
Stars, stars
Up there, sighing
What perhaps may be the most beautiful phrases, over the chords of a thousand guitars
 
Heart, heart
Wanting to dream tonight
The flower that can turn pain into a dream hasn't bloomed yet
 
Play on, guitar of mine:
This heart can no longer hope
If Love's a sweet folly
But life is beautiful, let's start singing again
 
Stars, stars
Up there, sighing
What perhaps may be the most beautiful phrases, over the chords of a thousand guitars
 
Heart, heart
Wanting to dream tonight
The flower that can turn pain into a dream hasn't bloomed yet
 

Little miss

Little pale miss
Sweet fifth floor's neighbor
There's no night that I don't dream of Naples
And I've been for twenty years far away
 
In my town it snows,
The church's bell tower is white
All the wood's has become ash
I'm always cold
And I'm sad and tired.
 
My love,
Don't you remember that when you said me goodbye
You put a violet in my buttonhole
The you told me with a tremblant voice:
Don't forget me.
 
Sweet days of party,
Sweet happiness made of nothing.
Toasts with waterfilled glasses
To our poor and innocent love.
 
In your eyes passed a hope, a dream and a caress,
Your name was unforgettable,
A long and short name:
Youth.
 
My little kid,
found in an old latin book,
Found - guess what - a violet.
Why in my eyes it trembled a tear?
Who knows, who knows why!
 
And years and days pass as always and gray with boredom,
Our leaves don't green anymore,
My little miss, what a melancholy!
 
You, pale and in love,
don't needlepoint at your loom,
Me staying here I became the good 'Don Cesare
I'm wearing my cape and I act like a lawyer.
 
While in the distance,
While I hear you, the bell rings
On the little church of Jesus,
And it snows, if you'd see how it snows.
But you, where are you?
 

Closed window

Why you made me cry?
Why don't you love me anymore?
I know that my tears
make you smile,
you said it.
 
Why you don't want to believe
that I can't live
far from you?
 
Closed window
for my loving heart,
tonight I came back
to stay next to you.
 
Closed window
with no light and with no love,
if you make my heart cry,
you have no mercy for me.
 
Come back again,
but you don't hear me anymore.
Come back again,
without you I can't live anymore!
 
Closed window,
maybe a foolish wind
take away my woman
and I won't see her again.
 
I know, I have to lose you,
I know, but in my heart
I can't kill the love
You must believe me,
I can't lie.
 
Like this I can't live
only cry
to no to die.
 
Closed window
maybe a foolish wind
take away my woman
and I won't see her again.
 
But why don't you open yourself anymore?
 

Night in Sorrento

You that in this night of brightness
dream a love spell,
don't worry,
let you drive
toward a nest made to love...
Among the scent of the oranges in blossom
my heart will talk to you.
 
This night in Sorrento
I want to take you,
in that silver sea
you can dream better.
There is nobody on earth
happier than me...
While each star says:
my beautiful women
tonight is for you!
 
In the silence full of passion
the roses sing a song:
what they want to say
can be understood
only by whom suffers from love...
But in the sweet enchantment of that sea
we can forget everything.
 
This night in Sorrento
I want to take you,
in that silver sea
you can dream better.
There is nobody on earth
happier than me...
While each star says:
my beautiful women
tonight is for you!
 
There is nobody on earth
happier than me.
While a star falls
your beautiful mouth
I want it for me!...
 

Snow White

You're like Snow White,
A very short dream
faded out with the first sun.
 
You're my white Sphinx
The lady who gets tired
of a true big love.
 
Why did you swear a day:
I live for you?
Hug me like this,
You're everything for me.
 
You're like Snow White,
for you every dream is short,
At the first light will fade out.
 
Every light flake,
comes down and burns away
How much and much snow falls on every street
 
The frost tightens around my heart,
Stearing the white blanket I think about you.
 
(Repeat from beginning)
 

The gypsys

Come on, gypsy girl, dance!
 
From heaven came down Saint John,
holding hands with Saint Peter,
(From heaven came down Saint John,
holding hands with Saint Peter)
and on seeing such pretty gypsy girls,
they never went back to holy heaven.
(and, on seeing such pretty gypsy girls,
they never went back to holy heaven)
 
The gypsies, we all, have
a happy face, and crazy body.
We don't eat, we don't sleep
but we drink, and we laugh.
 
Come on, gypsy boy, dance!
 
Dance, gypsy boys, dance,
and you, gypsy girls, dance too,
(Dance, gypsy boys, dance,
and you, gypsy girls, dance too)
so that nobody may say, may say,
say and say, that we are not graceful here. 1.
(so that nobody may say, may say,
say and say, that we are not graceful here)
 
The gypsies, we all, have
a happy face, and crazy body.
We don't eat, we don't sleep
but we drink, and we laugh.
 
Come on, dance!
 
All together, by train,
come whatever I am,
(All together, by train,
come whatever I am)
that at Seville's 'colmao' 2.
they take care of your grief with white wine. 3.
(that at Seville's 'colmao'
they take care of your grief with white wine)
 
The gypsies, we all, have
a happy face, and crazy body.
We don't eat, we don't sleep
but we drink, and we laugh.
 
Come on!
 

Swallows don't know

Flocks of swallows go
in the sky in thousands
I still see them fly.
Come back! Don't leave me!
 
It seems that my house
is more joyous,
but it's very sad for us
Sun, unfortunately, there it isn't
 
Swallows don't know that you're away,
swallows don't know my pain.
The sky seems full of joy,
but my poor heart is dying.
 
With my disappointed soul
I wait, and in the waiting,
i'd give my life for you
Come back! I'm not living anymore
You are everything for me
 
Swallows don't know that you're away,
swallows don't know my pain.
 
With my disappointed soul
I wait, and in the waiting,
i'd give my life for you
Come back! I'm not living anymore
You are everything for me
 
Swallows don't know that you're away,
swallows don't know my pain.
 
Like a little swallow, my sweet love, come back to me!