A keresés eredménye

The Girl from Liverpool

Where are you from? (From Liverpool.)
And where do you go? (I come to you.)
I found you in my arms.
 
You will stay here. (If you want.)
And in Liverpool? (I will never return.)
Our story began.
 
(And this happened, who knows when—)
(a day, a month, a year ago?)
 
How long did it last? (I don't know, I don't know.)
And when he (took me away)
I realized that I loved you a bit.
 
You are already leaving? (Yes, I'm leaving.)
And with whom do you go? (I go to him.)
He liked you more than me!
 
Will you write to me? (I will write to you.)
Will you come back? (I don't know, I don't know.)
Our story ended like that.
 
(And I returned without her,)
(where I asked her)
 
Where are you from? (From Liverpool.)
And where do you go? (I come to you.)
I found you in my arms.
 
Where are you from? (From Liverpool.)
Where are you from? (From Liverpool.)
Where are you from? (From Liverpool.)
Where are you from? (From Liverpool.) ...
 

Never Tell Me Goodbye

I see springtime in your eyes.
I feel a first love in your kisses.
Everything is new in me, now that you're here,
and after you, I will never love again.
 
Never tell me, never tell me goodbye.
If you love me, never say it.
 
The clear night falls and you are with me.
A new day is born and you are with me.
You always exist within my dreams,
and after you I will never love again.
 
Never tell me, never tell me goodbye.
If you love me, never say it.
Oh my darling, never tell me,
never tell me goodbye,
if you love me,
never say it—
never goodbye.
 

The Red Carnation

No, that's not a red carnation
on the heart—no, it is not.
Do you know what is it?
It is an ancient wound of love—of your love.
 
But you will not bring red flowers (you have no heart).
You do not—you never felt pain (you have no heart).
 
And when others ask me what it is—
that red flower—I have to answer this.
 
No, that's not a red carnation
on the heart—no, it is not.
Do you know what is it?
It is an ancient wound of love—of your love.
 
~~~~~
 
(You have no heart.)
 
And when others ask me what it is—
that red flower—I have to answer this.
 
No, that's not a red carnation
on the heart—no, it is not.
Do you know what is it?
It is an ancient wound of love—that will never heal.
 

What I Would Not Do

What I would not do
to have you this evening
here with me.
I confess that
I cannot take it anymore
without you.
 
I am here alone
and I think of you.
This evening, love,
will never end.
What are you waiting for?
I do not know—no, I do not know.
 
When you are not here
perhaps you do not know,
I am a bit jealous of you.
I know that I should not be
and that you will understand
that I love you-—
that I love you so much.
 
What I would not do
to have you this evening
here with me.
I confess that
I cannot take it anymore
without you.
 
Love, what I would not do
to have you this evening
here with me.
I confess that
I cannot take it anymore
without you.
 
No—I cannot take it anymore
without you.
 

Frin Frin Frin

He stood there in front of me
with his violin in that cafe,
deserted and sad and cold
without you.
 
He started with his 'frin frin'
and our song filled the air.
It was the usual 'frin frin'
but every note spoke of you.
 
I left that cafe,
swearing that I would never come back.
But if you pass by in the evening,
you will find me there.
 
How sad is that 'frin frin'
now that you are no longer with me.
But that sad 'frin frin frin'
is the sweetest memory of you.
 
~~~~~~
 
But that sad 'frin frin frin'
is the sweetest memory of you.
 

Before Tomorrow

Before tomorrow, the world might end.
Let's not waste time, just say yes.
But, if at dawn, you see that the earth still turns,
I'm not part of it—it is not my fault—
no, no, no.
 
(It will be a night realized)
realized,
(a wait will be spared)
spared,
(and, in the end, in the depths of your thoughts)
I know you will thank me.
 
Before tomorrow, the world might end.
But if you love me, it does not matter to me.
 
~~~~~
 
But, if at dawn, you see that the earth still turns,
I'm not part of it—it is not my fault—
no, no, no.
 
(It will be a night realized)
realized,
(a wait will be spared)
spared,
(and, in the end, in the depths of your thoughts)
I know you will thank me.
 
Before tomorrow, the world might end.
But if you love me, it does not matter to me.
 

The Lucky Charm Song

I love you
and you are my only good luck charm.
Since I have known you, everything is fine.
The lucky charm song—
sing it along with me.
It has no words,
just four notes,
yet
lucky charm,
and you won't forget it—
never, ever, never.
 
~~~~~
 
I love you
and you are my only good luck charm.
Since I have known you, everything is fine.
The lucky charm song—
sing it along with me.
It has no words,
just four notes,
yet
lucky charm,
and you won't forget it—
never, ever, never.
 

None Other Than You

None other than you
as long as I live.
I ask for nothing more—
I already have everything in you.
 
A love like this—
no—it does not exist, you know.
It is the greatest in the world
and it is all for us.
 
I thank heaven for giving me
the great joy of having you with me—
to have you every day and forever
close to me.
 
None other than you
as long as I live.
I ask for nothing more—
I already have everything in you.
 
None other than you
as long as I live.
I ask for nothing more—
I already have everything in you.
 
no—it does not exist, and you know it—
none other than you.
 

Venus

Venus, you are not,
but I would exchange you for no one—
it is that unpretentious look that you have.
I find you more beautiful than ever.
 
Venus, you are not,
but if you were not mine, I would steal you
because the tenderness you give me—
I have never known anything like it.
 
Nowadays, there are no longer found
women with the innocent look
that you have.
 
Venus, you are not,
but I would exchange you for no one
because if you were not as you are,
I would never have loved you.
 
~~~~~
 
Nowadays, there are no longer found
women with the innocent look
that you have.
 
Venus, you are,
the marvelous Venus of my heart
because if you were not as you are,
I would never have loved you.
 

What Kind of Night

The darkness will come only for me.
Night, night—what kind of night is it if you are not there?
Don't make me stay alone down here,
waiting for a love that I no longer see.
 
You will come soon but think also of me.
Night, night—what kind of night is it if you are not there?
I want her with me—bring her back here.
I know that if you ask her, she will say yes.
 
Make a heaven for lovers
and you will see—you will see that she
will not disappoint me.
Tonight, she will come back.
 
I beg you, my heart, help me.
Night, night—what kind of night is it if you are not there?
 
No one will know the game that you play.
It will be a secret that will stay between us.
 
~~~~~~
 
Night, night—what kind of night is it if you are not there?
 
~~~~~
 
Night, night—what kind of night is it if you are not there?
 

A Man in the Crowd

A man in the crowd told you that you are beautiful,
and now you believe him, and now you do not want
anyone but him.
With a complete stranger, you are in love.
I don't know how you could, in a minute,
forget all about me.
 
If there is one great thing in this world,
it is that the good one is the true one, the deeper one.
You can't throw it all away to become his.
That would be madness.
 
I love you to death—I do not know how to tell you,
and perhaps I am completely wrong, but a stranger
will not love you more than I.
 
If there is one great thing in this world,
it is that the good one is the true one, the deeper one.
You can't throw it all away to become his.
That would be madness.
 
~~~~~
 
And perhaps I am completely wrong, but a stranger
will not love you more than I.
 

Love Me, Please

Do not go breaking my heart—
alone, you know, you die.
Oh, how I want you,
how beautiful you are.
 
Love me, please,
even for a few hours,
and tomorrow, if you want,
you can leave me.
 
Your skin is soft—
almost makes me crazy.
Hold me a while,
I feel cold, no—don't say no.
 
Love me, please,
even for a few hours,
and tomorrow, if you want,
you can leave me.
 

Goodbye, Maria

Goodbye, goodbye, Maria,
the dawn will come without you
and alone will I go my way.
 
Goodbye, goodbye, Maria—
kiss me again—gaze at me again—
on your last look will I live.
 
Tonight the most beautiful dream dies—
tomorrow you will no longer be mine.
Melancholy awaits me far away from you.
 
Goodbye, goodbye, Maria,
what I will miss even more
will be the love of my woman.
 
~~~~~
 
Tonight the most beautiful dream dies—
tomorrow you will no longer be mine.
Melancholy awaits me far away from you.
 
Goodbye, goodbye, Maria,
what I will miss even more
will be the love of my woman.
 
Goodbye, goodbye, love.
 

Why, Why?

But why, why do I always think of you?
But, why if I dream, do I dream of you
imagining—imagining
that I'm kissing you—
held tight—tight in my arms?
 
But who knows, who knows what ever it might be?
What do you have that another does not?
I found myself in love,
suddenly close to you.
I know a hundred thousand, but I like you,
and I'm really good with you.
You are different.
 
But why, why do I always think of you?
But why do I not feel alive without you?
Love, love, I love you—
you know I'm sincere.
I indeed love you—
but why, why, why?
 
~~~~~~
 
I know a hundred thousand, but I like you,
and I'm really good with you.
You are different.
 
But why, why do I always think of you?
But why do I not feel alive without you?
Love, love, I love you—
you know I'm sincere.
I indeed love you—
but why, why, why?
 

Blue Song

ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
 
I opened my eyes for a minute,
as usual, it is morning,
yes, but this time I do not have you close by.
 
You left last night—
you will return in a few hours—
yes, I know, but my heart is empty.
 
I cannot stay alone any longer,
I will smoke a cigarette,
no, time, no, does not go any faster.
 
Perhaps the guitar is better—
invent a song
to feel you close to me.
 
Blue song, blue are the dreams,
as blue as your eyes.
Blue song, a vivid feeling
as vivid as that smile on your face.
 
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
 
You, who are the inspiration,
will hear this song—
I have no trade except for my great passion.
 
Come, come poetry,
come, come melody,
you will keep me company.
 
When you return,
I must have it finished—
this strange, mad serenade.
 
But all of a sudden I get the impression
that I have finished the song—
return soon and I will sing it to you.
 
Blue song, blue are the dreams,
as blue as your eyes.
Blue song, a vivid feeling
as vivid as that smile on your face.
 
Blue song,
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
Blue song, a vivid feeling
as vivid as that smile on your face.
 
A vivid feeling
as vivid as that smile on your face.