A keresés eredménye oldal 1

I have realized I loved you

Versions: #1
I have realized I loved you
You were late for our date and I got scared
Before that, I always thought I didn't care
But that day I was afraid you'd never come
 
I have realized I loved you
When a simple sentence that you uttered
Turned the boring night like many others
To a fairy tale with magic light all multi-colored
 
And imagine
Just recently I spoke
With somebody about love
I said that love is fiction, that I won't fall
Into this trap, not ever, I will never believe it
I've never been a dreamer
 
And, look, here I am
I have realized I loved you
It is way too late already to redo it
My indifference seems to be gone forever
I give up and towards my love, I'm now going
 

Meglátod majd, meglátod

Az este, amikor hazatérek,
már nem szeretnék beszélni egyáltalán.
Te csak ne nézz rám azzal a gyengédséggel,
mintha egy gyermek lennék, aki csalódottá vált.
Tudod, ez nem az az élet,
amit egy nap megálmodtál nekünk.
 
Meglátod majd, meglátod!
Meglátod, hogy meg fog változni!
Talán nem ma,
de egy nap majd meg fog változni.
 
Meglátod majd, meglátod!
Tudod, hogy még nem végeztem.
Nem mondhatom meg, mikor és hogyan,
de meg fogod majd látni, hogy meg fog változni!
 
Inkább tudnám, hogy sírsz,
Én vagyok az oka, hogy csalódtál,
és annak, hogy nem látni téged mindig jókedvűnek.
Elfogadok mindent, ami nekem jön.
Feladom, hogy mindig rád gondolok,
hiszen már nem tudok többet adni neked...
 
Meglátod majd, meglátod!
Meglátod, hogy meg fog változni!
Talán nem ma,
de egy nap majd meg fog változni.
 
Meglátod majd, meglátod!
Tudod, hogy még nem végeztem.
Nem mondhatom meg, mikor és hogyan,
de meg fogod majd látni, hogy egy gyönyörű napon meg fog változni!
 

Social life (The ballad of progress)

If you, sir, knew what social life is
you wouldn't be here bothering me
to let you pass.
If you knew how to be a civilized man
you would wait for your turn
like everyone else.
 
- Listen, you don't know who I am:
I am Lord So-and-so,
minister So-and- so is my relative!
- I am sorry, this makes no difference,
you can go tell your relative,
I won't be swayed.
 
Can't you see? This is social life:
lords or knights,
people are all the same to us.
You should learn to be a civilized man,
to be a little more polite
with those who do their duty.
 
- Listen, I beg you, let me pass,
if I haven't finished in half an hour
I am ruined!
- Sorry, there's nothing I can do,
there are others before you
who have a right to pass.
 
Can't you see? This is social life:
if I let myself be moved
everyone would come to beg me.
After all, in the end, a real civilized man
even if he has his problems
must exert self-control.
 
- Listen, one last thing...
I have ten thousand Lire 1 here...
and I really don't know what to do with them.
- Fine... since you insist,
we'll have some heart,
alright, you may pass.
But remember, and be grateful at least,
that many others in my position
would have asked for twenty thousand!
 

• 1. Italian currency at the time

Social life (The ballad of progress)

If you, sir, knew what social life is
you wouldn't be here bothering me
to let you pass.
If you knew how to be a civilized man
you would wait for your turn
like everyone else.
 
- Listen, you don't know who I am:
I am Lord So-and-so,
minister So-and- so is my relative!
- I am sorry, this makes no difference,
you can go tell your relative,
I won't be swayed.
 
Can't you see? This is social life:
lords or knights,
people are all the same to us.
You should learn to be a civilized man,
to be a little more polite
with those who do their duty.
 
- Listen, I beg you, let me pass,
if I haven't finished in half an hour
I am ruined!
- Sorry, there's nothing I can do,
there are others before you
who have a right to pass.
 
Can't you see? This is social life:
if I let myself be moved
everyone would come to beg me.
After all, in the end, a real civilized man
even if he has his problems
must exert self-control.
 
- Listen, one last thing...
I have ten thousand Lire 1 here...
and I really don't know what to do with them.
- Fine... since you insist,
we'll have some heart,
alright, you may pass.
But remember, and be grateful at least,
that many others in my position
would have asked for twenty thousand!
 

• 1. Italian currency at the time

I already know

Versions: #3
I already know
that you'll live
better than me.
 
I already know
that you will manage
to travel far.
 
Just like I already know that you laugh about me,
and those that like me don't know how to live well
and those that like me don't act the way you do
thinking only about yourself.
 
I already know
that you will get
what you want.
 
I already know
that nothing at all
will ever stop you.
 
Just like I already know that you laugh about me,
and those that like me cannot close their eyes,
and those that like me can't say 'I don't care'
Just like you always do.
 
I can only wish you'll never change
because if things will change, for people like you
there won't be a place in the world
there won't be room in the world for those like you.
0 no no no, no, no, no, no, there won't be...
 

3 Songs: A Luigi Tenco Medley

And far, far away in time,
something in the eyes of another
will make you think again of my eyes—
of these eyes that loved you so very much.
 
And far, far away in the world—
in the smile on the lips of another—
you will see that shyness
of which you made such fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
by chance, the look on a face
will recall to you my face
and the sad expression that you so loved.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one beautiful evening, you will be with someone else.
And suddenly, who knows how or why?
You will find yourself speaking to her of me.
 
A love, from this day on, so far away.
 
___________________
 
The usual road, white like salt—
the wheat to grow, the fields to plow.
Watching every day to see if it rains or shines,
to know if tomorrow you will live or die,
and one day saying 'no more' and leaving.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Going far away to search for another world,
saying farewell to the courtyard, going away in a dream.
And then a thousand streets, grey like smoke,
in a world of lights—feeling yourself so insignificant.
Leaping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields—to airplanes in the sky.
And understanding none of it and yearning to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Not knowing what to do in a world that knows all,
and having not even a single cent to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
___________________
 
When, in the evening, I return home,
I hardly have the will to speak.
Do not gaze at me with such tenderness
as if I were a child who returned disappointed.
Yes, I know, that this is most certainly not the life
that you envisioned one day for us.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see that I am not yet finished.
I cannot tell you how or when, but all will change.
 
I would rather know that you cry—
that you reproach me for having disappointed you—
and not to see you always so sweet.
Accept all that comes from me,
it makes me think more about you,
and I cannot give you more than that of me.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 

Hobby

Giorgio, remember when we sat
at a desk together in the mechanics course?
You were very good—I, on the other hand, was not—
and for class assignments, I copied from you.
 
Giorgio, remember when you had
to leave school during the mechanics course?
You had to work—to give your family a hand.
I, on the other hand, could stay—I continued the course.
 
Giorgio, is it true, that, other than your work,
in the evening, as a hobby, you spend time on mechanics?
You think I finished the course and I am a graduate—
yet I have a huge handicap: I understand nothing.
 

But Where Are You Going?

But where are you going—but where are you going?
 
Can you tell me to where you are rushing?
You want to climb to the top of the world.
Whatever do you believe you will find?
 
Listen to me—listen to me.
 
You do not realize that, in this world,
people go around in circles
searching for things that they never find.
 
But where are you going—but where are you going?
 
Do not throw away your days
thinking that the moment will come
in which you will become something that you are not.
 
Listen to me—listen to me.
 
Look for yourself a little bit everywhere—
you will see that the everyday world
can give you more than all of your dreams.
 
But where are you going—but where are you going?
 

Look Out If I

Look out if I should fall in love just with you—
with you so far from my everyday world—
with you so different from me, from my life.
Look out if I should fall in love with you.
 
Look out if I should love you as much as I love you.
I spend hours trying to convince you to change,
and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else in the world.
Look out if I should fall in love with you.
 
Sometimes I wish you were not just
as you are, but, in the end,
I have no idea what I would like.
 
Look out if I was so secure in my life,
I had to meet you and here, from one moment to the next,
in my world of yesterday, I no longer understand anything—
in the world of tomorrow, I see only you.
 
Sometimes I wish you were not just
as you are, but, in the end,
I have no idea what I would like.
 

Who Taught Me

Who taught me to speak,
to express what I feel?
Who taught me to speak,
so that I could be understood by others?
 
He did not teach me the words
in order to tell you what I would like.
He did not tell me how I might do it—
to convey to you my love with different words.
 
Who taught me to write
to express a fleeting thought?
Who taught me to write
to trap a fleeting moment?
 
He did not tell me how I might write
something great that you talk about.
He did not tell me how I might write
the long poems that make you dream of me.
 
Who taught me to live
from sunrise to sunset?
Who taught me to live
among the people of the world?
 
He did not tell me how I might live
those long evenings without having you close by.
He did not tell me how I could do it—
to live alone without our love.
 

Never

You are sad, if I'm away—you think I do not love you.
Tell me why?
 
Never, ever, never, ever will I leave you, you know.
Never, ever, never, ever will you be without my love.
You are my world—do you still not want to understand it?
Without you, my destiny would be wretched.
 
Never, ever, never, ever, never cry for me.
Never, ever, never, ever, because I will always love you.
In my heart, there is only one love—it is you.
Never, ever, never, ever, will I leave you.
 
~~~~~
 
In my heart, there is only one love—it is you.
Never, ever, never, ever, will I leave you.
 

Kissing You

Simply by kissing you, I understand why
nobody in the world is happier than me.
With your kisses, whatever you want,
you can obtain from me.
 
I know that by kissing you, I will be your slave—
but I will live as a slave of love in heaven—
because up there, beyond the blue sky,
I will rise up kissing you.
 
A kiss means a million things when you are in love.
A smile is much brighter than the stars up above.
Miracles you find in a brilliant bouquet.
Rainbows come inside you in the rain.
 
A kiss means a million things if you understand
the magic it's telling you, you can comprehend.
For within its spell, let it claim your dream.
It's the best you can do, I see.
 

Far, Far Away

Very far, far away in time—
something in the eyes of another
will make you remember my eyes—
these eyes that never forgot you.
 
And far, far away in the world,
in the smile on the lips of another,
you will think you see my timid smile,
of which you made a bit of fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
the expression on the face of someone
will make you remember my face—
its sad look that you loved so much.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one afternoon you will go out with someone—
you will speak to him and suddenly, without thinking,
you will discover that you are looking back on
a love too far away.
 

Day After Day

Versions: #2
Day after day,
time passes by—
the streets always alike—
the same houses.
Day after day,
and all is as it was before—
step after step—
the same life.
 
And the eyes search about
for a future seen in dreams.
But dreams are only dreams
and the future is now almost the past.
 
Day after day,
life passes by.
Tomorrow will be a day much like yesterday.
 
The ship has already left the port
and, from the coast, it appears to be a distant dot.
This evening, someone also
comes back home disillusioned—slowly, slowly.
 
Day after day,
life passes by—
and hope now is a habit.
 

I Fell in Love with You

Versions: #3
I fell in love with you
because I had nothing better to do.
By day, I wanted to meet someone.
At night, I wanted something to dream about.
 
I fell in love with you
because I could no longer remain alone.
By day, I wanted to talk about my dreams.
At night, I wanted to talk of love.
 
And now that I have a thousand things to do,
I feel my dreams fade away—
and I no longer think
of anything else but you.
 
I fell in love with you
and now I just do not know what to do.
By day, I regret having been with you.
At night, I come searching for you.
 
I fell in love with you
and now I just do not know what to do.
By day, I regret having been with you.
At night, I come searching for you.
 

Speak to Me of Love, Mariù

Speak to me of love, Mariù!
You are all my life!
Your love to me means everything,
Such a desire only you can bring.
Life would be forever ideal
if I could be sure this is real.
While in my arms I hold you tight,
tell me that you love me tonight.
 
Speak to me of love, Mariù!
For you know my life is just you.
While in my arms I hold you tight,
please speak to me of love, Mariù!
 

Everyone is Free

What's wrong—
why stare so much?
Perhaps because we are not
well-dressed,
well-groomed, like you?
 
Well, if you don't like us,
as we are,
all you have to do is turn away
in the other direction
and pay no attention to us.
 
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
 
Especially since we are not looking for anyone,
we never dreamed of
trying to convince others
to live like us.
 
Whatever other people do
is of little interest.
Even if someone walks around
with a cylinder on the head,
that's fine with us.
 
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
 
On the contrary, among you there is more than one
who is well-dressed,
well-groomed,
but for not for the better.
 
And this somebody
somehow got the idea
that people—be they good ones
or bad ones—
should do as they are told.
 
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
Everyone is free
to do what he or she wants!
 

Someone Loves Me

The solitude of days gone by—
it melts away, it gets lost, in the sky.
Someone wrote in the sky
a letter for me—
someone is telling for me
a fairy tale up there.
In my hands, I see clouds
that disperse in the wind,
and a very sweet music
arises in me.
In the dark of the night
I see stars strolling--
words that smile--
for me, for me.
Everything is dream in the world
I want to believe this:
someone, someone, loves me.
 
Everything is a dream and in the world
I want to believe this:
someone, someone, loves me.
 

When

When
my love will come back to me,
in the sky a star will shine.
It has been dark since
my dream vanished—
since my love fled from me.
 
When
my love will come back to me,
in the sea, a pearl will be born.
Each one is a tear
cried by the star
upon seeing my heart lonely and sad.
 
When
my love will come back to me
in the air, a violin will play—
sweet music
will descend into my heart
and time will stop
only when
my love will come back
to me, to me, to me, to me, to me ...
 

If Someone Tells You

If someone tells you that, while far away from you,
I will forget that my heart
belongs to you—
you need not hear it
even if someone will say to you
that, if I leave, I will never come back—
you need not hear it, no.
 
What we have between us,
you know it will not end—
and so wait for my love
and do not cry any longer—
even if someone will say to you
that, far from you,
I will forget the sweet phrases,
whispered to you in kisses—
you need not hear it, no.
Even if someone will say to you
that, far from you,
I will forget the sweet phrases,
whispered to you in kisses—
you need not hear it, no.
 

Almost Evening

Almost evening,
and you were with me—
we were sitting
alongside the sea.
 
Almost evening,
and there, on the sand,
there were still signs
of our love.
 
I remember
that you spoke to me—
I was watching
a passing sail—
it was white,
it was swollen with wind,
it was the last sail—
it was almost evening.
 
Almost evening,
and I don't remember anything else—
neither your voice
nor your name.
 
Almost evening
and then I never saw you again,
I never knew anything more
of you, of your life.
 
I remember
of us, above all,
the sail that suddenly
brushed by our love—
it was white,
and, after a moment,
I was searching for it
but there was nothing there but the wind.
 

If You Would Be My Love

If you would be my love,
I would give you everything that I see—
but I can give you
only what I have—
and unfortunately,
that is not a great deal.
 
If you would be my love,
I would like to be
a great man—
to be able to love you
like a queen—
but unfortunately
things are what they are.
 
If you would be my love—
in order not to waste
this, your life,
I should leave
and tell you goodbye—
but unfortunately
I am not that nice.
 

Priest in an Automobile

When I see a priest in an automobile
waiting at a red light,
I feel sorry.
 
When I see a priest in an automobile
changing a tire,
I feel sorry ...
 
... because he thinks great thoughts about eternity.
 
When I see a priest in an automobile
getting a ticket,
I feel sorry.
 

One Last Caress

I wanted to give you one last caress
but it was all over for us by then.
I wanted to tell you one last word
but you cried when I left you.
 
Now you—where are you?
That one last caress awaits you.
Trapped in my throat are the words
that I failed to say before leaving you.
 
I wanted to have one last smile
to remember you by—together with your eyes.
But, by then,
you were already far away
 
Now you—where are you?
That one last caress awaits you.
Trapped in my throat are the words
that I failed to say before leaving you.
 
I wanted to have one last smile
to remember you by—together with your eyes.
But, by then,
you were already far away
and nothing at all remained.and nothing at all remained.
 

My Lost Days

My lost days are those
lived far away from you—
a thousand mouths kissed—
a thousand dreams dreamed—
but without a reason—
words, thoughts
yet only illusions—
sincere kisses—
I had them from you.
 
My lost days have now fallen
into darkness like
your mouth that I kissed—
my dream that I found
because you are here—
caresses, sweetness—
now they are reality—
my lost days—
I found them again in you.
 
My lost days have now fallen
into darkness like
your mouth that I kissed—
my dream that I found
because you are here—
caresses, sweetness—
now they are reality—
my lost days—
I found them again in you.
 

Swear to Me

Swear to me,
swear to me that you love me.
I want to hear
if all of your heart
sighs for me alone.
 
I will do everything,
all that you want,
but you first,
babe,
you must tell me: “I love you,
here is all my heart.”
 
Solely you,
only you
can make me dream
of the stars in the sky—
but you must love me more.
 
Swear to me,
swear to me that you love me.
I want to hear
if all of your heart
sighs for me alone.
 

I Am Someone

I am someone
who speaks too little, that is true—
but, in the world, there are already many people
who talk, talk, talk constantly—
who claim to need to make themselves heard—
and who have nothing to say.
 
I am someone
who smiles seldom, that is true—
but there already are so many
who constantly laugh and smile
but then they never tell you
what they are thinking.
 
I am someone
who refuses to say just which woman is mine, that is true—
because I do not admire people
who first beg for a bit of love
and then, as soon as they get it,
announce it to the world.
 
I am someone
who does not hide his ideas, that is true—
because I do not like those
who want to get along with everyone
and who change their tune whenever necessary
to make a living.
 

The Love Ballad

Love, love, love, love, love—
everything has already been said about this love—
but yet everyone still has something to say—
those speaking from the heart—
those speaking with new words.
 
Love, love, love, love, love—
to listen to everything that is said,
it seems that the only people who are around,
other than of great love,
think of nothing.
 
Who has made love the greatest thing?
Those who see it only as a game—
those who have lived their most beautiful days in love—
those instead who only end up in despair.
 
Love, love, love, love, love—
unfortunate love, they are always seeking you out,
they talk about you too often,
me for once,
I will say nothing.
 

Time Passed

Time quickly passed
over fairy tales barely begun—
over the games of children
that ended with punishment—
over great adventures
dreamed about in schoolbooks.
 
Time quickly passed
over candid young lovers—
over long poems
never spoken to anyone—
over timid glances—
over little big secrets—
and it passed.
 
Time quickly passed
over the face of the one and only woman—
over the dream of living
together forever—
over great promises—
over scant words of goodbye.