It’s been a long wait but the time has comeIt’s finally hereYou can turn the pageStart a newIt begins right here
Don’t run away run awayPush against the grain keep the world spinning in your wakeOh you’re weird and you’re wonderfulCome shine bright with me
it’s a technicolor lifeJust wait and see
Come on let’s goCome on let’s goIt’s gonna be a good day good dayIt’s gonna be a good dayCome and let goCome and let goIt’s gonna be a good dayit’s gonna be a good day good day
Slow it rightNow don’t give in to fearYou got it on the ropesKeep it going ’til it’s disappearedStep insideJust dive in the love you’ve made yeah there’s plenty more left to giveNo you can’t tame the stormBut just wait and the clouds will clearIt’s a technicolor life just wait and see
Come on let’s goCome on let’s goIt’s gonna be a good day good dayIt’s gonna be a good dayCome and let goCome and let goIt’s gonna be a good dayIt’s gonna be a good day good day
Here we go againHere we go again just live for todayHere we go againHere we go again keep riding the wave
Here we go againHere we go again come on seize the todayHere it comesHere it comes
Come on let’s goCome on let’s goIt’s gonna be a good day good dayIt’s gonna be a good dayCome and let goCome and let goIt’s gonna be a good dayIt’s gonna be a good day good day

Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não
Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais
Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois
Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou

There was a time
When I thought that you were just a player
And all my time
Depended on what you would do
And i would try
To look and sound like someone that I wasn’t
Cause you were the guy
Oh man oh yes oh yes you were the guy
And i would
Dress my hair
Make it look nice
Make sure I would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up my lipstick with my tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how I met my first love
The best person that I could dream of
There were some times
When you would see your friends and other women
And all that time
I’d go and do the same ‘till you were home
And i would try
To ignore my jealous opinions
Cause you were the guy
Oh man oh yes you were my handsome guy
And they would
Dress their hair
Make it look nice
Make sure they would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up their lipstick with their tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how we end a first love
And now, I just have to move on
(Humming)
And they would
Dress their hair
Make it look nice
Make sure they would have some hypnotizing eyes
Touch up their lipstick with their tiny pocket glass
Wear some jeans that shape a pretty little ass
I guess, That’s how we end a first love
And now, I just have to move on

Even though I want to
Let you come along on this ride
Even though I need you so
Guess we have to wait some other time

Winter has been going on for so long
So cold
Wake me up when it’s time
For the spring to come home

I feel the ice is melting in my heart
I feel the ice is making me
Remember of the things we care about

Winter has been going on for so long
So cold
Wake me up when it’s time
For the spring to come home

I feel the ice is melting in my heart
I feel the ice is making me
Remember of the things we care about
We care about
We care about

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

Forget my name
I’m coming apart again
Brain dead
I’m going out of my head

Don’t you know
You turn me round so slow
But I like it
There’s no point in fighting it

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
If it’s not getting easier
Oooh ooh ooh ooh
Why are you keeping it up
I’m tired of being in love

Running late
You keep me in the dark again
Brain dead
Thinking bout what you said

We’ve been off course
But leaving is a choice

Italiano

Fenesta vascia 'e padrona crudele,
Quanta suspire mm'haje fatto jettare!...
Mm'arde stu core, comm'a na cannela,
Bella, quanno te sento annommenare!
Oje piglia la 'sperienza de la neve!
La neve? Fredda e se fa maniare...
E tu comme si' tanta aspra e crudele?!
Muorto mme vide e nun mme vu? ' ajutare!?...

Vorr? A addeventare no picciuotto,
Co na langella a ghire vennenn'acqua,
Pe' mme ne j? Da chisti palazzuotte:
Belli ffemmene meje, ah! Chi v? ' acqua...
Se vota na nennella da ll? 'ncoppa:
Chi? 'sto ninno ca va vennenn'acqua?
E io responno, co parole accorte:
So' lacreme d'ammore e non? Acqua!...

Finestra bassa di una padrona crudele,
quanti sospiri mi hai fatto buttare.
Mi arde questo cuore, come una candela,
bella quando ti sento nominare.

Prendi l'esperienza della neve.
La neve e' fredda e si fa toccare.
E tu come sei tanto aspra e crudele?
Mi vedi morto e non mi vuoi aiutare?

Vorrei diventare un bambino,
con una lancella andare e vendere acqua,
per andarmene via da questi palazzotti.
Belle donne mie, ah. Chi vuole acqua.

Si gira una ragazza da li sopra:
"Chi e' questo ragazzo che vende acqua?"
E io rispondo, con parole misurate:
"Sono lacrime d'amore e non e' acqua".

Français

Fenêtre basse d’une maîtresse cruelle,
que de soupirs tu m’as fait gaspiller…
mon cœur brûle comme une bougie,
ma belle, si j’entends prononcer ton nom !
Prends donc exemple sur la neige :
elle est froide, mais elle se laisse caresser,
et avec moi, tu es si âpre et cruelle,
que tu me vois mourir et tu ne veux pas m’aider ?

Je voudrais devenir un vendeur ambulant,
qui vend l’eau avec sa carafe,
pour crier d’une maison à l’autre :
“Mes belles femmes, qui veut de l’eau ?”
Et une fille me voit de son balcon et me dit :
“Qui est ce garçon qui vend de l’eau ?”
et je lui répondrais avec des mots attristés :
“Ce sont des larmes d’amour, ce n’est pas de l’eau !.....”

English

Low window of cruel mistress,
How many sighs I made for you!
My heart burns, like a candle
When I hear your name, my beauty!

Oh, be like the snow!
The snow is cold but one can touch it.
And you, how can you be so stern and cruel?
Seeing me dying, don't you want to help me?

I wish I was a boy again
Who sells water in a street,
To go away from here to big houses:
Dear ladies! Ah! Who wants some water?

If any girl asks from balcony:
"Who is this guy who sells water?"
I'll answer ,with reserve:
"It's my tears of love, it's not water!"