Hay cuando estoy pensando en ti,

todo es felicidad.
Y aún en ultra mar,

yo te debo lealtad.
No es por que algo haya pasado,

lo que pasa es que te extraño de la luna al mar.
Ay no puedo evitar,

Sentirme solo como para variar.
No busco una esperanza,

solo busco tu caminar.

No es porque todo haya acabado,

lo que pasa es que sin ti me canso,

de respirar.

Ella y yo.

Ella y yo.

Nunca supimos cómo comenzar, ni cómo terminar.

Y al recordar su gran amor,

que el corazón no sienta nada,

se lo prohíbo, lo prohíbo.

Uh Uh Nara Ne, Uh nara ne, Uh nara ne

Uh Uh Nara Ne, Uh nara ne, Uh nara ne

La playa y el mar, eran la analogía de tu mirar.
Ahora ya no son nada, si a tu lado yo ya no quiero estar.

Y en mi reflexión,

giro y vuelvo a la misma conclusión.

Por los golpes que nos dimos los dos,

quedan cicatrices en el interior.

Perdóname, Perdóname no había otra manera, me alejé

de este dolor.

Ella y yo.

Ella y yo.

Nunca supimos cómo comenzar, ni cómo terminar.
Y al recordar su gran amor,

que el corazón no sienta nada,

se lo prohibo, lo prohibo.

Uh Uh Nara Ne, Uh nara ne, Uh nara ne.
Uh Uh Nara Ne, Uh nara ne, Uh nara ne

Italiano

Cicerenella teneva na gatta
Ch'era cecata e purzì scontrafatta
La strasceneva co mmeza codella
Chesta è la gatta de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva no gallo
Tutta la notte nce jeva a ccavallo
Essa nce jeva pò senza la sella
Chisto è lo gallo de Cicerenella

Cicerenella mia si bona e bella

Cicerenella teneva nu ciuccio

E ll’avéa fatto nu bellu cappuccio
Ma nu teneva né ossa e né pelle
Chisto è lu ciuccio de Cicerenella

Cicerenella tenéa na gallina
Che facéa ll’uovo de sera e matina
Ll’avéa ‘mparata a magná farenella
Chest’è ‘a gallina de Cicerenella

Ch'era cecata e purzì scontrafatta
La strasceneva co mmeza codella
Chesta è la gatta de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva no gallo
Tutta la notte nce jeva a ccavallo
Essa nce jeva pò senza la sella
Chisto è lo gallo de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva nu ciuccio
E ll’avéa fatto nu bellu cappuccio
Ma nu teneva né ossa e né pelle
Chisto è lu ciuccio de Cicerenella

Cicerenella tenéa na tièlla,
fijeva ll’ove cu la mozzarella.
E le frijeva cu la sarcenella
Chesta è ‘a tièlla de Cicerenella

Cicerenella mia
Si bona e bella

Français

Cicerenella avait une chatte
Qui était aveugle et aussi difforme.
Elle la traînait par la queue.
Voici la chatte de Cicerenella.

Cicerenella avait un coq :
Toute la nuit il allait à cheval.
Mais il y allait sans protection.
Voici le coq de Cicerenella.

Ma Cicerenella, tu es si bonne et belle.

Cicerenella avait un âne
Et elle lui avait fait un beau capuchon.
Mais il n'avait ni os ni peau.
Voici l'âne de Cicerenella.

Cicerenella avait une poule
Qui pondait l'œuf le soir et le matin.
Elle lui avait appris à manger de la farine.
Voici la poule de Cicerenella.

Cicirinella avait un poêlon
elle faisait frire les œufs avec la mozzarella l
es faisait frire sur des fagots
voici le poêlon de Cicirinella

Cicerenella, tu es bonne et belle.

Cicerenella avait une chatte.
EnglishCicerenella had a pussy
Who was blind and also misshapen.
She dragged her by the tail.
Here is Cicerenella's cat.

Cicerenella had a rooster:
All night long he went on horseback.
But he went there without protection.
Here is the Cicerenella rooster.

My Cicerenella, you are so good and beautiful.

Cicerenella had a donkey
And she had made him a nice hood.
But he had neither bone nor skin.
Here is Cicerenella's donkey.

Cicerenella had a hen
Who laid the egg in the evening and in the morning.
She had taught him to eat flour.
Here is the hen of Cicerenella.

Cicerenella had a pan,

In which she fried eggs with mozzarella,

She fried them over fi rewood,

Th is is the pan of Cicerenella!

Cicerenella, you are good and beautiful.

Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête.
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
Nous sommes les sacrifiés
!Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.

English translation :
Craonne Song
When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches,
Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians,
Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads.
Good-bye to life, good-bye to love,
Good-bye to all you women,
It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau
That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die.
We're the ones that they're sacrificing
A week in the trenches, a week of suffering,
And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come
That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night
We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer
Who's coming to take over from us.
Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves
Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying.
Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers
Are going to go on strike.
It'll be your turn, fat cats,
To go up onto the plateau.
And if you want war,
Then pay for it with your own skins.
On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch
All the fat cats whooping it up
For them life is good
But for us it's not the same
Instead of hiding, all these shirkers
Would do better by going up to the trenches
To defend what they have, because we have nothing
All of us poor wretches
All our comrades are buried there
Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here