A keresés eredménye

Caruso

Here, where the sea glistens
and the wind blows hard,
on an old terrace,
in front of the Sorrento gulf,
a man embraces a girl
after having cried
then he clears his throat
and restarts the song.
 
I love you very much
but so, so much, you know.
It is a chain, by now
that dissolves the blood inside the veins, you know.
 
Saw the lights in the middle of the sea,
thought of the nights there, in America,
but they were only fishing lights
in the white propeller's wash.
Felt the pain in the music,
stood himself up from the pianoforte
but when he saw the moon come out of a cloud
even death seemed to him sweeter.
 
Looked at the girl in the eyes,
those eyes green like the sea,
then, all of a sudden, a tear came out
and he thought he was drowning.
 
I love you very much
but so, so much, you know.
It is a chain, by now
that dissolves the blood inside the veins, you know.
 
Power of the opera
where every drama is a falsehood,
that with a bit of makeup and with mimicry
you can become someone else.
But, two eyes that are looking at you,
so close and true,
make you forget the lyrics,
confuse the thoughts.
 
So everything becomes small,
even the nights there, in America,
you turn and see your life
as the propeller's wash.
But yes, it's life that is ending,
but he didn't so much think about it,
rather, he was already feeling happy
and restarted his song.
 
I love you very much
but so, so much, you know.
It is a chain, by now
that dissolves the blood inside the veins, you know.
 
I love you very much
but so, so much, you know.
It is a chain, by now
that dissolves the blood inside the veins.
 
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you have taken my heart

You, you have taken my heart
for me you will be the only love
no, I will not forget you
I will live for you
I will dream about you
in this moment for me
you are like the sun
so far from me
it means death for love
because you're the one that you've stolen my heart
I see you between the rose
I tell you a lot of things
if the wind caresses you slight
a perfume of childhood
you instill in me
during the night I dream shaking in you
which enchantment of my heart
on yours
while you open up your golden pupils
You that took my heart
you will be the only love for me
I will not forget you
I will live for you
I will dream about you
you or anyone else or never
for me now
you are like the sun
so far from me
it means death for love
because you're the one that you've stolen my heart
 

Time for waking (singable translation)

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(Calaf, the unknown prince:)
Tíme for wáking!
Tíme for wáking!
You tóo Princéss are sléepless
Shút in your cóld apártments
Wátching the stár rays
Still trémble with afféction
And wíth endúrance...
 
But my mýstery‿is búried in mé
My real náme shall stáy unknówn!
No, no! Kíssing your móuth tomórrow‿at dáwn
Í shall disclóse‿it, ónly thén!
Only my kíss is bound to bréak the sílence
That mákes you míne.
 
(Choir of women)
His real náme shall stáy unknówn...
And all of ús, alás, are dóomed to díe!
 
(Calaf, the unknown prince:)
Do vánish, dárkness! Stars, do sét alréady!
Stars, do sét alréady! When dáwn comes Í shall wín!
Í shall wín! Í sháll wín!
 

Every star was bright ablaze (singable translation)

Versions: #1#2#3
Every stár was bright abláze...
The ground gíving off vápors
The gárden gate creaked wide ópen...
She cáme toward mé with light fóotsteps...
I smélled a newest frágrance
Then she féll down - in my‿embráce.
 
She kíssed my líps wite pássionate elátion
While Í ardéntly set hér free fróm the veils that híd her béauty!
My dréams of lóve are now destróyed foréver
The‿ínstant depárted, so‿I'll díe in désperátion!
I'll díe in désperátion!
Yet néver béfóre I wíshed so múch to líve on,
Só much - to líve on!
 

Women are volatile (singable translation)

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Wómen are vólatile
Ás feathers wínd-borne
Thís flaw is ínborne
Ít can't be ménded.
 
Lóoks may seem pláusible
Stíll both their crýing
Ánd so their smíling
Âll is preténded.
 
Wómen are vólatile
Ás feathers wínd-borne
Thís flaw is ínborne
Thére is no ménd,
Thére is no ménd,
 
Thére is no ménd!
 
Áll become míserable
Thóse men who trúst them
Thóse who entrúst them
Wíth their heart's sórrow!
 
Yóu are such gúllible
Táking for pássion
Whát's just compássion
As you're so callow!
 
Wómen are vólatile
Ás feathers wínd-borne
Thís flaw is ínborne
Thére is no ménd,
Thére is no ménd,
Thére is no ménd!