ItalianoNon è un James Dean, non è Marlon Brando Nemmeno principe di favola,
non è banchiere, non è pilota,
ma son sicura è lui ché amo.
L'ho incontrato in un bar qui vicino,
una sera che mi sentivo giù.
M'ha regalato, un caffè stretto
E da allora non ci lasciamo più.

Se oggi canto con felicita ci-ta,
E per l'amore del mio ragazzo-o-o
Che mette il sole nella mia vita,
con lui, con lui, mi sento
in paradiso.

Lui non è alto, né snello né biondo
non ha i capelli sulla fronte,
ma per me lui è, di tutti il miglior,
quando mi canta il suo amor
Non fa mai a pugni, per fa-re il duro
non ha studiato in università
Ma io mi sento la più bella del mondo,
quando mi porta a ballar.

Français

Ce n’est pas James Dean ni Marlon Brando
Encore moins le prince de la fable
Il n’est pas banquier, il n’est pas pilote
Mais je suis sûre qu’il est celui que j’aime.
Je l’ai rencontré dans un bar pas loin d’ici,
Une nuit où je me sentais déprimée
Il m’a payé un café serré
Et depuis on ne s’est plus quitté.

Si aujourd’hui je chante avec joie
C’est pour l’amour de mon copain
Qui met du soleil dans ma vie,
Avec lui, avec lui, je me sens
Au paradis

Il n’est ni grand ni mince ni blond
Il n’a pas un cheveu sur le front,
Mais pour moi il est de tous le meilleur,
Quand il me chante son amour.
Il ne se bat jamais pour jouer au dur
Il n’a pas étudié à l’université
Mais je me sens la plus belle du monde
Quand il m’emmène danser.

English

He’s no James Dean, nor Marlon Brando
Even less a fairy prince
No banker, nor pilot
But I’m sure is the one I love.
I met him in a bar not far from here
One night when I was feeling down
He bought me a coffee
And we’ve been together ever since

If today I am so happy to sing
It’s for the love of my boyfriend
Who brings sunshine into my life,
With him with him I am in paradise

He is neither tall nor slim nor blonde
Not a hair on his forehead
But for me, he is absolutely the best,
When he sings his love to me.
He never tries to play the tough guy
He didn’t go to college
But I am the most beautiful girl in the world
When he takes me onto the dance floor.

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