Be my
Remedy when I feel sick
Cos all those
Doctors notes they don’t stick
Happiness
Feeling it now and then
Happiness
Filling me up again

Feeling like an aeroplane,
I feel like I’m going insane
Feeling kind of foolish
Like I’m barely speaking English
Feeling like a cannonball
I feel like an animal
When you leave me hanging on
You make me feel awful

Be my
Melody when I wanna sing
Cos the same old
Songs they get boring
Happiness
Feeling it now and then
Happiness
Filling me up again

Feeling like a fast car
Feeling like a guitar
Feel like a thermometer
I feel like an amateur
Feeling like a tennis ball
I feel like a brick wall
When leave me restless
You make me feel awful

Happiness
Feeling it now and then
Happiness
Filling me up again

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

Tú me enseñaste
A sonreír despacio
A contemplar la vida
Y agradecer por tanto.
Y me acompañaste
En mis peores pasos
Cuando tropezaba
Tú me levantabas

Me abrazaste
Cuando todo era frío
Y nunca tuve miedo
Si estabas conmigo.

Recuerdo me besaste
Y todo en mi cambió
Cuando tomaste mi mano
Conocí el amor

Tú me enseñaste
Tú me abrazaste
Tú me acompañaste
Tú me besaste

Si esto no es amor, qué otra cosa puede ser?
Si todo lo que haces conmigo es para bien
Si la vida contigo, no existe mal
Y si estamos juntos nada pasará

Tú me enseñaste
A sonreír despacio,
A contemplar la vida
Y agradecer por tanto.

Hold on to the feelin like there's no tomorrow
Pushing the glass cieiling but you broke and borrowed
Looking for some freedom between jokes and sorrow
Hold on hold on
Hold on to the lady like she's all you got
Hold on cause she might be one day all you got
Grab a hold a something cause the train gon start
Hold on hold on hold on

I prayed for them
Was scared for them
I'm back from it

-Benoît!-Ouais?-Benoît!-Ouais?-Qu’est-ce que tu fais?-J’suis là.-Benoît!-quoi?-Tu viens?-J’arrive!-On va s’baigner.-Attend-moi!-Benoît!-Ouais?-Tu viens?-J’arrive!-Qu’est-ce que tu fais?-J’suis là!-Benoît!-Quoi?-Tu viens?-J’arrive!-Mais tu fais quoi?-Rien.-Benoît!-Quoi?-Tu viens?-J’arrive!-Benoît!-Mais tu vas me lâcher la grappe un jour? J’arrive, c’est français non?

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!"