Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive ...Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive percussive textures and handclaps are joined by cool guitar and keyboard melodies. Quirky and energetic kids' TV cue with a summery, lighthearted yet motivating feel.
Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive ...Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive percussive textures and handclaps are joined by cool guitar and keyboard melodies. Quirky and energetic kids' TV cue with a summery, lighthearted yet motivating feel.
80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar ...80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar & rhythm.歌词
Oh u've got silver rainbow eyesOh u've got shinning smileYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you Oh I follow you in the lightOh I follow you in the darkYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you
70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric ...70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric guitar, tambourine & rhythm.
Napolitan Song. 1919. Sung in Italian. Nostalgic & sentimental. Male ...Napolitan Song. 1919. Sung in Italian. Nostalgic & sentimental. Male voice, acoustic guitar, mandolins & double-bass.歌词
Italiano: Sul mare luccica l’astro d’argento. Placida è l’onda, prospero è il vento. Sul mare luccica l’astro d’argento. Placida è l’onda, prospero è il vento. Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Con questo zeffiro, così soave, Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave! Con questo zeffiro, così soave, Oh, com’è bello star sulla nave! Su passeggeri, venite via! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Su passeggeri, venite via! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
In fra le tende, bandir la cena In una sera così serena, In fra le tende, bandir la cena In una sera così serena, Chi non dimanda, chi non desia. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Chi non dimanda, chi non desia. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Mare sì placida, vento sì caro, Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro, Mare sì placido, vento sì caro, Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro, E va gridando con allegria, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! E va gridando con allegria, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
O dolce Napoli, o suol beato, Ove sorridere volle il creato, O dolce Napoli, o suol beato, Ove sorridere volle il creato, Tu sei l'impero dell’armonia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Tu sei l'impero dell’armonia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Or che tardate? Bella è la sera. Spira un’auretta fresca e leggera. Or che tardate? Bella è la sera. Spira un’auretta fresca e leggera. Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa —Lucia! Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Français: Sur l’onde claire, charmant mystère La lune éclaire et c’est la nuit Voici la brise, douceur exquise Ma voile grise au loin s’enfuit Venez fidèle, dans ma nacelle Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Adieu beau rêve, le vent s’élève Loin de la grève ma barque fuit Dans mon village, le cher rivage Dans un nuage est englouti Ô ma patronne, pour moi sois bonne Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Soudain sur terre, un phare éclaire Ah! C’est ma mère qui me conduit Allons, courage! Plus de naufrage Bravons l’orage! L’espoir revit Guidez ma voile vers cette étoile Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
English: On the sea glitters the silver star Gentle the waves, favorable the winds. On the sea glitters the silver star Gentle the waves, favorable the winds. Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
With this breeze, so gentle, Oh, how beautiful to be on the ship! With this breeze, so gentle, Oh, how beautiful to be on the ship! Come aboard passengers, come on! Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come aboard passengers, come on! Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Inside the tents, putting aside supper On such a quiet evening, Inside the tents, putting aside supper On such a quiet evening, Who wouldn't demand, who wouldn't desire? Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Who wouldn't demand, who wouldn't desire? Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Sea so calm, the wind so dear, Forget what makes trouble for the sailor, Sea so calm, the wind so dear, Forget what makes trouble for the sailor, And go shout with merriment, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! And go shout with merriment, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
O sweet Naples, O blessed soil, Where to smile desired its creation, O sweet Naples, upon blessed soil, Where to smile desired its creation, You are the kingdom of harmony, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! You are the kingdom of harmony, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Now to linger? The evening is beautiful. A little breeze blows fresh and light. Now to linger? The evening is beautiful. A little breeze blows fresh and light. Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy! Come into my nimble little boat, Saint Lucy! Saint Lucy!
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Italiano: Alla mattina appena alzata O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao Alla mattina appena alzata In risaia mi tocca andar.
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao E fra gli insetti e le zanzare Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Il capo in piedi col suo bastone E noi curve a lavorar.
O mamma mia o che tormento O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao O mamma mia o che tormento Lo t'invoco ogni doman.
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo Noi perdiam la gioventù.
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà.
Français: Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.
Anglais: In the morning I got up Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful) In the morning I got up To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And between insects and mosquitoes A hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao The boss is standing with his cane And we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh my god, what a torment As I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And every hour that we pass here We lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao But the day will come when us all Will work in freedom.
Joyful & dancing. Song. Sung in Italian. Festive & traditional. ...Joyful & dancing. Song. Sung in Italian. Festive & traditional. Country dance. Female voice, accordion, mandolin, claps & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Parenti, amici, sono tutti qua,
Venuti da tanti Paesi d'Italia,
Famiglie di Francia, e anche dall’Australia,
Rosetta si sposa: gran festa si farà!
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
Batti piedi, batti le mani, Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
alza le braccia, gira, gira,
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Organetto e tamburello
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, si balla la tarantella.
Si celebran le nozze come in Sicilia,
con tutte le comari a “mucatori” ??, i maschi quasi tutti, portano la coppola,
C'è vino, salam, prosciutto e ricotta
La mamma di Rosa si commuove e piange,
perché a sua bambina lontana sarà,
il padre un po brillo canta troppo forte
presto un nipotino in casa arriverà Français
Les parents, les amis sont tous là, Venus de tant de villages d’Italie Des familles de France, et aussi d’Australie Rosetta se marie : une grande fête se prépare !
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
On tape des mains, on bat des mains Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
On lève les bras, on tourne, on tourne
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Accordéon et tambourin Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, on danse la tarentelle
On célèbre la noce comme en Sicile Avec toutes les commères qui portent foulard Presque tous les hommes ont une casquette Il y a du vin, du salami, du jambon et de la ricotta
La maman de Rosa est émue et pleure Parce que sa fille partira loin Le père un peu éméché chante trop fort Bientôt un neveu arrivera
English
Family and friends are all here Come from village all over Italy Families from France, Australia too Rosetta is getting married:
A big party is getting underway
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
we clap our hands, we clap our hands Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
we lift our arms, we spin we spin Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Accordion and tambourine Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, we dance the tarentelle
We celebrate the wedding like in Sicily With all the old girls in headscarves Almost all the men wear caps There’s wine, salami, ham and ricotta.
Rosa’s mama is moved to tears Because her daughter will move far away Father is a little tipsy and sings too loud Soon a nephew will arrive
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, brass & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoDivent' un uomo fatto, Lei torna ragazza, ma quanto sto bene, quando quando ma quanto sto bene, quà , tra le braccia di tua madre!
Ha la pudore d'una bimba, E la dolcezza d'una mamma, l'appettito di una leonessa, e l'esperienza d'una regina, ah...
Le pesche non mi piacciono se sono verdi, Le pere, non mi piacciono se sono dure, le donne sono com' i frutti, migliore se sono mature. Lei sa placar' il mio ardore Posso gli aprir' il mio cuore, Dice che io la faccio ridere ma non mi parla di matrimonio!
Français
Je deviens un homme mûr Elle redevient jeune fille Mais qu’est-ce que je me sens bien
Quand, quand Qu'est-ce que je suis bien Là, dans les bras de ta mère
Elle a la pudeur d'une enfant Et la douceur d'une mère L'appétit d'une lionne Et l'expérience d'une reine, ah...
Les pêches ne me plaisent pas si elles sont vertes Les poires ne me plaisent pas si elles sont dures Les femmes sont comme les fruits Meilleures quand elles sont mûres
Elle sait calmer mon ardeur Je peux lui ouvrir mon cœur Elle dit que je la fais rire Mais ne parle pas de mariage.
English
I am becoming a mature man She is becoming a young girl How good I feel When when How good I feel Here in your mother’s arms
She has a child’s modesty And a sweetness of a mother The appetite of a lioness And the experience of a queen, ah…
I don’t like peaches when they’re green I don’t like pears when they’re hard Women are like fruit Better when they are ripe
She knows how to cool my ardour I can open my heart to her She says that I make her laugh But don’t talk to me about marriage
Upbeat, summery, positive. Playful percussion with funky, dancing ...Upbeat, summery, positive. Playful percussion with funky, dancing basslines and cool piano are joined by soulful, warm female vocal harmonies and carefree lyrics. Lighthearted and jazzy cue with confident brass, bright woodwind melodies and a warm, laid-back yet fun feel.
Upbeat, summery, positive. Playful percussion with funky, dancing ...Upbeat, summery, positive. Playful percussion with funky, dancing basslines are joined by cool piano. Lighthearted and jazzy cue with confident brass, bright woodwind melodies and a warm, laid-back yet fun feel. Instrumental version.
Mysterious, attitude, determined. Cool, propulsive jazz drums with ...Mysterious, attitude, determined. Cool, propulsive jazz drums with brooding piano, ethereal and eerie atmospheric textures. Pizzicato strings in investigative melodies join, building in suspense luxurious strings to sophisticated, confident and motivating peaks. Upbeat and cinematic 60's jazz with a mischievous sense of adventure.
Dreamy, organic, wondrous. Melancholic intro of ethereal synth pad ...Dreamy, organic, wondrous. Melancholic intro of ethereal synth pad swells, drifting mysteriously with glimmering, atmospheric textures. Moves from cold otherworldliness to characterful reflection from 01:44 with intriguing, reverberating keyboard melodies and propulsive percussive and chiming electronic textures. Expansive, contemporary electronica with bleak, mournful moments, but a sense of reverence and rousing, enduring hope.
Dreamy, organic, wondrous. Melancholic intro of ethereal synth pad ...Dreamy, organic, wondrous. Melancholic intro of ethereal synth pad swells, drifting mysteriously with glimmering, atmospheric textures. Moves from cold otherworldliness to characterful reflection from 01:44 with intriguing, reverberating keyboard melodies. Expansive, contemporary electronica with bleak, mournful moments, but a sense of reverence and rousing, enduring hope. Stripped back underscore version.
Investigative, cautious & narrative. Electronics, electric guitar ...Investigative, cautious & narrative. Electronics, electric guitar with flanger fx & rhythm.
