Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, piano & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoTu Era bello il tuo vestito blu Lungo lago sai che non c'è piu La riva del nostro grande amore Solo nebbia e vento freddo qua E il velo bianco dell'umidità Ammanta i miei ricordi di grigiore
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
Tu Vedo riflesso il tuo vestito blu Al lungolago non ci vieni più Lo sai che un ricordo consola Un bel sorriso e poi quell'aria scura Tu ridevi della mia paura E io ti ho lasciato partir sola
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Forse tu non lo sai Stasera…avrò la mia primavera
Ora, E un spettro quel vestito blu Il nostro lungolago non c'e piu Portami La primavera
Français
Toi Il était beau ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac tu sais qu’il n’y a plus La rive de notre grand amour Seuls le brouillard et le vent froid Et le voile blanc de l’humidité Enveloppe mes souvenirs de gris
Où es-tu, que fais-tu ? Avec qui es-tu ? Maintenant qui le sait L’amour va et vient.
Et si tu revenais Si je me souvenais Maintenant qui le sait Ce soir....un nouveau printemps
Je vois une illusion de ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac nous n’allons plus Sais-tu qu’un souvenir console Un beau sourire et puis cet air sombre Tu riais de ma peur Et je t’ai laissé partir seule
Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male ...Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male voice, electric guitar, organ & rhythm.歌词
Italiano Solo una notte in più
Aspetta amore, non te ne anda
Voglio lasciare la mia pelle incontrare la tua
Come se fosse la prima volta
E bruciare come se fosse l'ultima
Solo una notte in più
Speriamo ché il domani, non venga mai
Senza parole, senza promesse, solo il suono dell'amore
Guarderemo il sole tramontare
Metterò nella nostra camera centomila stelle
Français
Juste une nuit de plus
Attends mon amour, ne t'en va pas
Je veux laisser ma peau rencontrer la tienne Comme si c'était la première fois
Et brûler comme si c'était la dernière
Juste une nuit de plus Espérons que demain ne vienne jamais Sans paroles, sans promesses Rien que le son de l'amour On regardera le soleil se coucher Et je mettrai dans notre chambre Cent mille étoiles
English
Just one more night Wait my love, don’t go I want to let my skin meet yours As if it was the first time And burn as if it were the last
Just one more night Let’s hope tomorrow never comes Without worlds, without promises Only the sound of love We will watch the sun goes down And I will bring a thousand stars In our bedroom
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with ...Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Reflective bridge from 00:47 builds to an expansive, cinematic finale.
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with ...Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Reflective bridge from 00:47 builds to a finale. Stripped back underscore version.
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with ...Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Builds to an expansive, cinematic finale.
Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with ...Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with light, atmospheric percussion. Playful dramedy cue with bright chimes and driving strings. Delicate bridge from 01:20 with quirky woodwind melodies builds in energy to an expansive, cinematic finale with an intriguing sense of adventure.
Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with ...Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with light, atmospheric percussion. Playful dramedy cue with bright chimes and driving strings. Delicate bridge from 01:20 with quirky woodwind melodies builds in energy to an expansive, cinematic finale with an intriguing sense of adventure. Stripped back underscore version.
Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with ...Sophisticated, positive, upbeat. Propulsive pizzicato strings with light, atmospheric percussion. Playful dramedy cue with bright chimes and driving strings. Quirky woodwind melodies builds in energy to an expansive, cinematic finale with an intriguing sense of adventure.
Cool, attitude, carefree. Playful surf rock cue with sun-drenched ...Cool, attitude, carefree. Playful surf rock cue with sun-drenched guitars, playful jazz flute and saxophone melodies and propulsive, upbeat drums. Fun, rollicking and mischievous 60's cue with atmospheric and dramatic laughter vocal cuts.
Gentle, friendly, reflective. Thoughtful, positive solo clarinet ...Gentle, friendly, reflective. Thoughtful, positive solo clarinet melodies meander through relaxed, hopeful, playful and lighthearted moments. Lovely, light and minimal organic bed which drifts lazily.
Sophisticated, jazzy, confident. Cool cue of carefree flute melodies ...Sophisticated, jazzy, confident. Cool cue of carefree flute melodies with playful rhodes and relaxed drums. Late night jazz with style.
Sur la plage,je sens le regard des garçons de tout âge, se poser sur moi, leurs visages sont pétrifiés par l'émoi. Soyez sages, et commandez vous des glaçons, car l'orage n'est pas de saison, quel dommage de risquer l'insolation !
REFRAINComme des tournesols attirés par mes cheveux blonds, les parasols changent soudain de direction. Allongée, je repense à ce garçon de café ses lèvres sucrées, ce baiser je crois qu'il me l'a volé. Bikini, et chapeau de paille l'après midi, coule lentement, je m'ennuie, de retrouver mon amant. C'est l'été, quelques jours encore pour nous aimer, ne pas s'oublier Saint Tropez, il faudra bien se quitter.
English translation : THE PARASOLS OF ST-TROPEZ
On the beach, I sense the boys of all ages looking at me, Their faces are rigid with emotion.
Take care, and order ice cubes,
because there is no storm in the air,
It would be too bad if you got sunstroke!
Like sunflowers attracted to my blonde hair,
Parasols suddenly change direction Lying down, I think back to that waiter, his sugary lips, this kiss I think he stole it from me.
Bikini and straw hat,
the afternoon passes slowly,
I'm anxious to find my lover again.
It's summer, a few more days for us to love
Don’t forget Saint-Tropez, we will have to leave each other.
A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie A chaque fois que je surprends Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour… ? Tu seras de retour… (Parlé) Des volets bleus, une maison, Sur la jetée de Quiberon, Les jours heureux… Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs, Comme une résonnance de ton absence.
Peut-être un jour dans cette allée Reviendras-tu passer l’été ? Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai ? Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches Une caresse, une présence Comme une douce amère incertitude…
English translation :
PERHAPS ONE DAY Each time I wait for you In the dark streets where the wind blows Each time, I feel this melancholy Each time I catch In your notebooks, our fleeting looks All those times where our evidences dance On the yellowed canvas of our memories A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy Under the big linden tree where leaves are piling up I'm waiting ... Perhaps one day ...? You will be back ...
(Spoken) Blue shutters, a house, On Quiberon quay, Happy Days… Flocks of migratory birds, Like a resonance of your absence.
Perhaps one day in this alleyway Will you come back for the summer? Perhaps here, tomorrow, Perhaps in the month of May? In the glow of your sleepless nights A caress, a presence Like a bitter sweet uncertainty ...
Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are ...Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are joined by bright, playful Balalaika melodies and curious accordion, carried along with handclaps. Traditional Baltic folk cue to get you dancing, with a mysterious gypsy jazz feel.
Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are ...Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are joined by bright, playful Balalaika melodies and curious accordion, carried along with handclaps. Traditional Baltic folk cue to get you dancing, with a mysterious gypsy jazz feel.
Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & ...Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.歌词
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. ...Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & small orchestra.歌词
Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent « Bonjour ! »« Hello ! Tu viens chéri ? »« Tu seras mon homme »« Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid »« Tu pourras admirer Paris »Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin
Pour les gens qui portentLe « chic parisien »Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse :Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès
coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit : Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n ‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
English translation : LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say « Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man »”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris
On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris
Intriguing, mischievous, quirky. Investigative cue of playful ...Intriguing, mischievous, quirky. Investigative cue of playful pizzicato strings and dramatic xylophone tones. Determined strings, spooky organ and atmospheric dulcimer brings an element of kooky mystery. Interesting, minimal and curious dramedy cue building in light tension and with a cautious, meandering and tentative rhythm as though creeping through the shadows.
Intriguing, mischievous, quirky. Stripped back underscore version. ...Intriguing, mischievous, quirky. Stripped back underscore version. Investigative and minimal bed of pizzicato strings and dramatic xylophone tones. Atmospheric dulcimer brings an element of kooky mystery. Interesting, minimal and curious dramedy bed with light tension and a cautious, tentative rhythm as though creeping through the shadows.
Curious, intriguing, quirky. Inquisitive and playful pizzicato ...Curious, intriguing, quirky. Inquisitive and playful pizzicato strings with moody, meandering and reflective woodwind and light, thoughtful piano melodies. Elegant, relaxed and mischievous dramedy cue with atmospheric guitars, bright, curious bowed textures and a sense of determined adventure. Positive, light and characterful.
Curious, intriguing, quirky. Stripped back underscore version. ...Curious, intriguing, quirky. Stripped back underscore version. Inquisitive and playful pizzicato strings with moody, meandering and reflective woodwind and light, thoughtful piano melodies. Elegant, relaxed and mischievous dramedy bed with characterful xylophone, atmospheric guitars and a light sense adventure.
Haunting, mysterious, emotive. Mournful, reflective and bleak ...Haunting, mysterious, emotive. Mournful, reflective and bleak introduction evolves to become more positive. Contemporary classical solo piano waltz with an innocent and bittersweet music box feel. Moves through moments of poignancy, magic and hope to an uplifting, heartwarming end and stern final moment.
Haunting, mysterious, emotive. Mournful, reflective and bleak ...Haunting, mysterious, emotive. Mournful, reflective and bleak introduction evolves to become more positive. Contemporary classical solo piano waltz with an innocent and bittersweet music box feel. Moves through moments of poignancy, magic and hope to an uplifting, heartwarming end.
