Even though I want to
Let you come along on this ride
Even though I need you so
Guess we have to wait some other time

Winter has been going on for so long
So cold
Wake me up when it’s time
For the spring to come home

I feel the ice is melting in my heart
I feel the ice is making me
Remember of the things we care about

Winter has been going on for so long
So cold
Wake me up when it’s time
For the spring to come home

I feel the ice is melting in my heart
I feel the ice is making me
Remember of the things we care about
We care about
We care about

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

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

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!"

IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same
Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me
Stay with me in silence
I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along
Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence

Maybe later in the night time

When the town has gone to sleep

You could call me on the coastline

We could speak

You could ask me where Iʼve been

I can ask you where you are

We could dance around the reason

Weʼre so far



Ooo thereʼs nothing we can do

But hold on

A little bit longe
Weʼll be with each other soon




Then I woke up in the morning

Had at a dream that you were here

I could feel myself falling

And it became clear




Ooo thereʼs nothing we can do

But hold on

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

Weʼll be with each other

Weʼll be with each other soon

If you want this side of me
If you hope there’s more to see
You can’t wait, this time tomorrow
You’ll be still holding on, I guarantee.

Come taste the water, taste the day
I’m an ocean, you’re the bay.
It’s been said that I’m an outlaw
With too much time to steal away.

You know, you know that I could never change
They say, you say, there’s need to disarrange.
And all I hear are lies that re-appear
And despite all this you still want this side of me.

God give me peace,
God give me rest
I need time to re-assess.
You see I’m tired, but that’s life though
I still hold my convictions to the test.

You know…