The last life on a frozen passing

A careless whisper through the dark

The last time I heard you asking

It left an imprint on my heart


Here we are

I know we been here for too long

Here we are

I know we been here for too long


Here we are

I know we been here for too long

Here we are

I know we been here for too long

Well the pebbles on this beach are not quite within my reach although
I’d like to take some home, yeah, I’d like to take some home with me
In memory

It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance

And we’re clean out of dreams
We’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brown
A sure thing to bring you down

Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here?
Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fear
Will you be that courage for me?

Tell me please, will you be that courage for me?
But I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you

The pebbles on this beach slide slowly into reach, or that’s how it seems
Like I finally found something where no one can intervene
Where the truth can come finally clean, I’m sure you know what I mean

It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance

And we’re clean out of dreams
We’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brown
A sure thing to bring you down

Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here?

Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fear
Will you be that courage for me?

Tell me please will you be that courage for me?

But I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
No I never had the chance to ask you
I never had the chance to ask you nor to say goodbye
No I never, never, never, never never never never never never…

Un bel dì, vedremo
levarsi un fil di fumo sull'estremo
confin del mare.
E poi la nave appare
Poi la nave bianca.
Entra nel porto, romba il suo saluto.

Vedi? È venuto!
Io non gli scendo incontro, io no. Mi metto
là sul ciglio del colle e aspetto,
e aspetto gran tempo
e non mi pesa
la lunga attesa.

E uscito dalla folla cittadina
un uomo, un picciol punto
s'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? Chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto
che dirà? che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana.

Io senza dar risposta
me ne starò nascosta

un po' per celia... un po' per non morire
al primo incontro,
ed egli alquanto in pena
chiamerà, chiamerà:
«Piccina – mogliettina
olezzo di verbena»
i nomi che mi dava al suo venire.
a Suzuki
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto.
Tienti la tua paura.
Io con sicura fede lo aspetto

FR
Un beau jour nous verrons
un panache de fumée au-dessus
l'horizon de la mer.
Et puis le navire apparaît.
Le navire blanc
entre dans le port. Son salut gronde.

Tu vois? Il est venu!
Je ne vais pas à sa rencontre. Pas moi.
Je me mets sur le bord de la colline et je l'attends,
Et j'attends longtemps.
Et la longue attente
ne m'est pas pénible.

De la foule journalière
un homme, un petit point
monte la colline.
Ce sera qui? Ce sera qui?
Et quand il me rejoindra,
Que dira t il ? Que dira t il ?
De loin il criera “Butterfly “

Moi, sans répondre,
Je resterai cachée.

Un peu pour taquiner et un peu pour ne pas mourir
à la première rencontre;
Et lui, un peu triste,
criera, criera
"Ma petite femme,
fleur d'oranger“
les noms qu'il m'a donné à son arrivée.
A Suzuki
Tout cela va se passer, je te le promets.
N'aie pas peur
Je l'attends pleine de confiance