So now it’s decided; it’s out in the open, it’s all clear So now, we’re divided Burnt down burnt out, cropped sheer my dear, I fear Now it’s all broken and the poison is placed in the trap So tell me how to pretend with conviction And survive in this mire of contradiction
So what about this fruit of love Tell me how to protect it from the hail of hate x2 That lays in wait That lays in wait
How to keep up appearances in this neglected garden that’s me How to explain disappearances to these innocent victims you see So now I’m a painless shroud, I’m pulling all the shots A prisoner of my soul, my mind, my body At night I rattle the door handles; I try to keep lost
So what about this fruit of love Tell me how to protect it from the hail of hate x 4 That… lays in wait
I can’t help it if this is just a small town, and everybody knows your business Well, I can’t help it if this is just a small town and everybody knows your business I can’t help it if this is such a small town and everybody knows your business
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…
Sad & serious. Female singer, piano, trumpet & strings.歌词
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…
I saw you flying with the falcons, in search of one last chance You were saying your piece and battening down the hatches
I saw you running with the wild ones, the desert in your reach You were holding your own, insisting we do it free style
We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstances Ooh you’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to size I'm sure you will
I heard rumors on your progress, guess that’s the best I’ll do If we reversed the situation, be sure I’d do the same for you I saw you dancing in the darkness, but I could see through your disguise If I don’t get caught in minor detail, I swear I’ll let love speak its mind well
We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstances Ooh we’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to size We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstances Ooh we’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to size
We phase in we phase out we’re flying with the falcons,
Running with the wild ones dancing in the darkness
I can see through your disguise, oh We phase in we phase out despite these restrictive circumstances Ooh you’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll
Cut em down to size I’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’ll Cut em down to size You know I’m sure you will
We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstances
Catchy & rhythmic. Electric guitar, male singer, bass & rhythm.歌词
Inside I feel that something grows Nothing’s going on but you have to know No more than a month since we have met, it’s time Sometimes you’re moving like a animal I don’t get what your fear when it’s physical Be yourself, please, make it comfortable Let me drive you, and forget it all
We'll stick together Everything goes I like when you fall into my arms We’ll bind together
Don’t drop your clothes I feel safe even when we hang out
True It must have been so hard True, I know It’s like a stain in your mind But you have to move on You can be sure I’m a reliable guy No need to bleed more You have a chance, don’t let it pass
And I know that you wanna say It could be a different way No more talking, let us play, and rise
Smiling & evasive. Electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.歌词
Pack your things, get your stuff Urge yourself, the car is waiting Come along, move around
It is time
Drop the keys, say goodbye We spent to much time moping in that place Take the highway, accelerate Never back there
We’re gonna leave together Change the mood and the weather No more fear, no more anger This is a new start This is a new start
Well my friend… Where are we going ?
Maybe the north, maybe the south What would you like best ?
Don’t worry we’ll find a home, don’t worry we’ll find a way to live
Trust me on this, just trust me on this and count our lucky star And if we fail Then we’ll hide Some place to settle, some place where everything’s fine
We’re gonna leave together Change the mood and the weather No more fear, no more anger This is a new start This is a new start
Tender & airy. Piano, glockenspiel, marimba, electric guitar, male Tender & airy. Piano, glockenspiel, marimba, electric guitar, male singer @ 0'48 & rhythm.歌词
Do you know what it feels like ?
(I)Wonder if you can Living in this world of glass (I)Wonder if we’ll break If you knew what I fear… If you knew what is deep inside… If you knew how to ease… If you knew how to learn to be real ?
If you knew what I fear… If you knew what is deep inside me… If you knew how to ease… If you knew how to learn me to be real ?
Ritorna vincitor! E dal mio labbro Uscì l’empia parola! Vincitor Del padre mio, di lui che impugna l’armi Per me per ridarmi Una patria, una reggia e il nome illustre Che qui celar m’è forza. Vincitor De’ miei fratelli...ond’io lo vegga, tinto Del sangue amato, trionfar nel plauso Dell’egizie coorti! E dietro il carro, Un Re, mio padre, di catene avvinto! L’insana parola, O numi, sperdete! Al seno d’un padre La figlia rendete; Struggete le squadre Dei nostri oppressori. Ah! Sventurata! che dissi? E l’amor mio? Dunque scordar poss’io Questo fervido amore che oppressa e schiava Come raggio di sol qui mi beava? Imprecherò la morte A Radamès, a lui ch’amo pur tanto! Ah! non fu in terra mai Da più crudeli angosce un core affranto! I sacri nomi di padre, d’amante Né profferir poss’io, ne ricordar; Per l’un, per l’altro confusa e tremante, lo piangere vorrei, vorrei pregar. Ma la mia prece in bestemmia si muta... Delitto è il pianto a me, colpa il sospir... In notte cupa la mente è perduta, E nell’ansia crudel vorrei morir.
Numi, pietà del mio soffrir! Speme non v’ha pel mio dolor. Amor fatal, tremendo amor, Spezzami il cor, fammi morir! Numi, pietà del mio soffrir! ecc.
EN Return victorious! My lips have spoken the traitorous words! Victorious over my father, who takes up arms for me, to give me again a country, a kingdom and a great name, which here I must hide. Victorious over my brothers – that I may see him, stained with the beloved blood, welcomed in triumph by Egypt! And behind his chariot, a King. my father, in chains! My mad word, O gods, efface! Send back this child to her father’s heart. Destroy the legions of our oppressors! Wretched girl, what have I said? And my love? Can I, then, forget this burning love, which, as a wretched slave, I welcome in rapture like a ray of the sun? Shall I invoke death upon Radamès, him whom I love so much? Ah, never on earth has a broken heart known such anguish! The sacred words father and lover – I can no longer speak them, nor remember. For each, in my fear and confusion, I should like to pray, to weep. But my prayer changes to cursing – tears, for me, are criminal; so too my sighs. My mind is lost in a bitter night, and in such cruel anguish I wish to die.
Oh! gods, have pity on my suffering! There is no hope for my sorrow! Fatal love, fearful love, break my heart and let me die! Oh! gods, have pity on my suffering! etc.
IT ZACCARIA Oh chi piange? di femmine imbelli chi solleva lamenti all'Eterno? Oh sorgete, angosciati fratelli, sul mio labbro favella il Signor! Del futuro nel bujo discerno … ecco rotta l'indegna catena! … Piomba già sulla perfida arena del leone di Giuda il furor!
EBREI Oh futuro!
ZACCARIA A posare sui crani, sull'ossa qui verranno le jene, i serpenti, fra la polve dall'aure commossa un silenzio fatal regnerà! Solo il gufo suoi tristi lamenti spiegherà quando viene la sera … niuna pietra ove sorse l'altiera Babilonia allo stranio dirà!
EBREI Oh qual foco nel veglio balena! Sul suo labbro favella il Signor! Sì, fia rotta l'indegna catena, già si scuote di Giuda il valor!
ZACCARIA Niuna pietra ecc.
EN Zaccaria Oh who's crying? of fake females who raises complaints to the Lord? Oh rise up, anguished brothers, Mr. on my lips favors! Of the future in the dark discernment ... the unworthy chain is here! ... Piomb already on the perfidious arena of the lion of Judah the fury!
JEWS Oh future!
Zaccaria To pose on the skulls, on the bone here will come the jene, the snakes, between the poles with a touched aura a fatal silence will reign! Only the owl his sad lamentations will explain when the evening comes ... no stone where the highland rose Babylon to the stranger will say!
JEWS Oh what a fire in the venous whale! Mr. on your lips favors! Yes, the unworthy chain is broken, the value is already shaken by Judas!
Sperate, o figli! Iddio del suo poter diè segno; ei trasse in poter mio un prezïoso pegno; (additando Fenena) del re nemico prole pace apportar ci può. TUTTI Di lieto giorno un sole forse per noi spuntò! ZACCARIA Freno al timor! v'affidi d'iddio l'eterna aita. D'Egitto là sui lidi egli a Mosè diè vita; di Gedeone i cento invitti ei rese un dì... Chi nell'estremo evento fidando in lui perì? TUTTI Oh quai gridi!
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
Où va le jeune Indoue, Fille des Parias, Quand la lune se joue Dans les grands mimosas? Quand la lune se joue Dans les grands mimosas? Elle court sur la mousse Et ne se souvient pas
Que partout on repousse L’enfant des parias. Elle court sur la mousse, L’enfant des parias; Le long des lauriers roses, Rêvant de douces choses, Ah!
Elle passe sans bruit Et riant à la nuit à la nuit! Là-bas dans la forêt plus sombre, Quel est ce voyageur perdu? Autour de lui des yeux brillent dans l’ombre,
Il marche encore au hasard éperdu! Les fauves rugissent de joie, Ils vont se jeter sur leur proie
La jeune fille accourt et brave leurs fureurs,
Elle a dans sa main la baguette Où tinte la clochette, où tinte la clochette Des charmeurs. (imitant la clochette) Ah! ah! ah! L’étranger la regarde, Elle reste éblouie, Il est plus beau que les Rajahs! Il rougira s’il sait qu’il doit la vie A la fille des parias. Mais lui, l’endormant dans un rêve, Jusque dans le ciel il l’enlève, En lui disant: ta place est là! C’était Vishnou, fils de Brahma! Depuis jour au fond des bois, Le voyageur entend parfois Le bruit léger de la baguette Où tinte la clochette, Où tinte la clochette Des charmeurs. (imitant la clochette) Ah! ah! ah!
Where will the young Indian girl, daughter of the paraiahs, go when the moon dances In the large mimosas trees? She runs on the moss And does not remember That she is pushed around The child of outcasts; Along the oleanders, Dreaming of sweet things, Ah! She goes without noise And laughs a night. There in the dark forest Who is the lost traveler? Around him Eyes shining in the darkness, He wonders randomly, aimless and lost! The wild beasts roar of joy, They will pounce on their prey, The girl runs to him And braves their fury She has in her hand the baton with tinkle bell charms! The stranger looks at her, and remains dazzled. She is more beautiful than the Rajahs! He will blush if he knows he must owe his life to the daughter of the pariahs. But they fall asleep and drift into a dream, Up in the sky, they are transported, The traveler tells her: 'your place is here!' It was Vishnu, son of Brahma! From that day on, in the depths of the dark forest, a traveler may sometimes hear the slight noise of the baton with the tinkle bell charms!
IT Tu che le vanità conoscesti del mondo E godi nell'avel il riposo profondo, Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor, E porta il pianto mio al trono del Signor. Carlo qui dee venir! che parta e scordi omai... A Posa di vegliar sui giorni suoi giurai. Ei segua il suo destin, la gloria il traccierà. Per me, la mia giornata a sera è giunta già! O Francia, nobil suol, sì caro ai miei verd'anni! Fontainebleau! ver voi schiude il pensiero i vanni. Giuro eterno d'amor là Dio da me ascoltò, E quest'eternità un giorno sol durò. Tra voi, vaghi giardin di questa terra ibéra, Se Carlo ancor dovrà fermare i passi a sera, Che le zolle, i ruscel', i fonti, i boschi, i fior, Con le loro armonie cantino il nostro amor. Addio, bei sogni d'ôr, illusion perduta! Il nodo si spezzò, la luce è fatta muta! Addio, verd'anni, ancor! cedendo al duol crudel, Il core ha un sol desir: la pace dell'avel! Tu che le vanità conoscesti del mondo E godi nell'avel d'un riposo profondo, Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor, E il tuo col pianto mio reca appié del Signor.
EN You who knew the vanities of the world And enjoy deep rest in avel If you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain, And bring my tears to the throne of the Lord. Carlo here dee venir! that leaves and forgets omai ... Posa di vigil on his juraes days. And he follows his destiny, the glory will trace it. For me, my day in the evening has already arrived! O France, nobil suol, so dear to my two years! Fontainebleau! the vices are opened to you. I swear eternally of love there God listened to me, And this eternity one day only lasted. Among you, vague gardens of this Iberian land, If Carlo still has to stop the steps in the evening, That the clods, the ruscel ', the sources, the woods, the flowers, Our harmonies sing with their harmonies. Goodbye, beautiful dreams d'ôr, lost illusion! The knot broke, the light is mute! Goodbye, two years, still! yielding to the cruel duol, The core has a sol desir: the peace of the avel! You who knew the vanities of the world And enjoy in the avel of a deep rest, If you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain, And yours with my weeping bears the sign of the Lord.
Sì, mi chiamano Mimì Ma il mio nome è Lucia La storia mia è breve A tela o a seta Ricamo in casa e fuori... Son tranquilla e lieta Ed è mio svago Far gigli e rose Mi piaccion quelle cose Che han sì dolce malìa Che parlano d'amor, di primavere Che parlano di sogni e di chimere Quelle cose che han nome poesia... Lei m'intende? (Sì) Mi chiamano Mimì Il perché non so Sola, mi fo' Il pranzo da me stessa Non vado sempre a messa Ma prego assai il Signor Vivo sola, soletta Là in una bianca cameretta Guardo sui tetti e in cielo Ma quando vien lo sgelo Il primo sole è mio Il primo bacio dell'aprile è mio! Il primo sole è mio Germoglia in un vaso una rosa... Foglia a foglia la spio! Così gentil il profumo d'un fiore! Ma i fior ch'io faccio, ahimé I fior ch'io faccio, ahimé, non hanno odore Altro di me non le saprei narrare Sono la sua vicina che la vien fuori d'ora a importunare
EN Yes, they call me Mimi but my true name is Lucia. My story is short. A canvas or a silk I embroidery at home and abroad... I am happy and at peace and my pastime is to make lilies and roses. I love all things that have gentle sweet smells, that speak of love, of spring, of dreams and fanciful things, those things that have poetic names ... Do you understand me? They call me Mimi, I do not know why. Alone, I make lunch by myself. I do not go to church, but I pray a lot to the Lord. I stay all alone there in a white room and look upon the roofs and the sky but when the thaw comes The first sun, like my first kiss, is mine! Buds in a vase... Leaf and leaf I spy! That gentle perfume of a flower! But the flowers that I make, Alas! no smell. Other than telling you about me, I know nothing. I am only your neighbor who comes out to bother you.
Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva! Con man furtiva quante miserie conobbi aiutai. Sempre con fè sincera la mia preghiera ai santi tabernacoli salì. Sempre con fè sincera diedi fiori agli altar. Nell'ora del dolore perché, perché, Signore, perché me ne rimuneri così? Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto, e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel, che ne ridean più belli. Nell'ora del dolore, perché, perché, Signore, ah, perché me ne rimuneri così?
J'ai vécu d'art, j'ai vécu d'amour, je n'ai jamais fait de mal à âme qui vive ! Par une main cachée j'ai soulagé toutes les misères que j'ai rencontrées. Toujours avec une foi sincère ma prière est allée vers le saint tabernacle. Toujours avec une foi sincère j'ai offert des fleurs à l'autel. En ce temps de douleur pourquoi, pourquoi, Seigneur, pourquoi m'en récompenses-tu ainsi ? J'ai offert des joyaux pour le manteau de la Madone, et offert mon chant aux étoiles, au ciel, qui en resplendissaient, encore plus beaux. En ce temps de douleur pourquoi, pourquoi, Seigneur, ah, pourquoi m'en récompenses-tu ainsi ?
I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! With a secret hand I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of. Always with true faith my prayer rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord, why do you reward me thus? I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle, and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven, which smiled with more beauty. In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord, ah, why do you reward me thus?
