Nostalgic & tender love song, sung in Spanish. Male singer, Spanish Nostalgic & tender love song, sung in Spanish. Male singer, Spanish guitar, Rhodes, Peruvian cajon, brush & cello. Solo violin in a Mexican / gypsy mood @ 2'50.歌词
Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive percussive textures and handclaps are joined by cool guitar and keyboard melodies. Quirky and energetic kids' TV cue with a summery, lighthearted yet motivating feel.
Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive Carefree, positive, light. Playful, upbeat piano with propulsive percussive textures and handclaps are joined by cool guitar and keyboard melodies. Quirky and energetic kids' TV cue with a summery, lighthearted yet motivating feel.
Respiro, respiro della sposa ora lasciata, Respiro respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva. Français
Bleu, La couleur de la liberté Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît
Un souffle Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive ?) Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas Un soupir, Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive
English
Blue The colour of freedom Blue, purity and immensity Up there where the world begins and ends Up there where the sun shines and disappears
A breath
On the white sail in the distance A breath on a man who will never return A sigh,
A sigh of the bride left alone A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore
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!"
Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.歌词
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Slow. Melancholic & sensual. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, piano & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoTu Era bello il tuo vestito blu Lungo lago sai che non c'è piu La riva del nostro grande amore Solo nebbia e vento freddo qua E il velo bianco dell'umidità Ammanta i miei ricordi di grigiore
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
Tu Vedo riflesso il tuo vestito blu Al lungolago non ci vieni più Lo sai che un ricordo consola Un bel sorriso e poi quell'aria scura Tu ridevi della mia paura E io ti ho lasciato partir sola
Dove sei cosa fai Con che gente sarai Adesso chi lo sa L'amore viene va
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Adesso chi lo sa Stasera...una nuova primavera
E se tu tornerai Se mi ricorderai Forse tu non lo sai Stasera…avrò la mia primavera
Ora, E un spettro quel vestito blu Il nostro lungolago non c'e piu Portami La primavera
Français
Toi Il était beau ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac tu sais qu’il n’y a plus La rive de notre grand amour Seuls le brouillard et le vent froid Et le voile blanc de l’humidité Enveloppe mes souvenirs de gris
Où es-tu, que fais-tu ? Avec qui es-tu ? Maintenant qui le sait L’amour va et vient.
Et si tu revenais Si je me souvenais Maintenant qui le sait Ce soir....un nouveau printemps
Je vois une illusion de ton vêtement bleu Le long du lac nous n’allons plus Sais-tu qu’un souvenir console Un beau sourire et puis cet air sombre Tu riais de ma peur Et je t’ai laissé partir seule
Determined, attitude, dramatic. Swaggering americana rock featuring Determined, attitude, dramatic. Swaggering americana rock featuring stomp clap beats, expansive slide guitar, brooding acoustic guitars, banjo, atmospheric violins and confident wordless vocal textures. Builds to inspiring, panoramic moments with heavy, propulsive drums and rousing, motivating melodies. Heroic cue for adventure and the open road.
Determined, attitude, dramatic. Very atmospheric, with expansive Determined, attitude, dramatic. Very atmospheric, with expansive slide guitar, brooding acoustic guitars, banjo, atmospheric violins and confident wordless vocal textures. Builds to inspiring, panoramic moments with rousing, motivating melodies. Heroic cue for adventure and the open road. Stripped back underscore version.
Determined, attitude, dramatic. Swaggering americana rock featuring Determined, attitude, dramatic. Swaggering americana rock featuring stomp clap beats, expansive slide guitar, brooding acoustic guitars, banjo, atmospheric violins and confident wordless vocal textures. Builds to an inspiring, panoramic finale with heavy, propulsive drums and rousing, motivating melodies. Heroic cue for adventure and the open road.
Hopeful, atmospheric, determined. Reflective, positive and heartfelt Hopeful, atmospheric, determined. Reflective, positive and heartfelt acoustic guitar and banjo intro builds with expansive, characterful strings, propulsive drums and uplifting whistling. Emotive, organic and cinematic Americana with a Western feel, for deserts, long journeys and the open road.
Hopeful, atmospheric, determined. Reflective, positive and heartfelt Hopeful, atmospheric, determined. Reflective, positive and heartfelt acoustic guitar and banjo intro builds with propulsive drums and shaker. Emotive, organic and cinematic Americana with a Western feel, for deserts, long journeys and the open road. Stripped back underscore version.
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Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring latin guitars, ominous bell tolls and epic brass. Sparse and reflective classical guitar intro is joined by atmospheric whistling, building in suspense with heavy drums and brooding electric guitar to a confident, attitude filled peak and minimal yet swaggering outro.
Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring latin guitars and ominous bell tolls. Sparse and reflective classical guitar intro builds in suspense with brooding electric guitar and heavy drums to a confident, attitude filled peak and minimal yet swaggering outro. Stripped back underscore version.
Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring Mysterious, determined, cinematic. Dramatic western cue featuring latin guitars, ominous bell tolls and epic brass. Sparse and reflective classical guitar intro builds in suspense with heavy drums and brooding electric guitar to a confident, attitude filled peak and minimal yet swaggering outro.
Upbeat, playful, positive. Raucous Americana country folk with Upbeat, playful, positive. Raucous Americana country folk with mischievous banjo, energetic acoustic guitars and expansive, confident electric guitar. Carefree organ textures bring a sense of lively fun. Rousing and motivating western cue with attitude.
Upbeat, playful, positive. Raucous Americana country folk with Upbeat, playful, positive. Raucous Americana country folk with mischievous banjo, energetic acoustic guitars and carefree organ textures that bring a sense of lively fun. Rousing and motivating western cue with attitude. Stripped back underscore version.
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Expansive, dreamy, positive. Strummed acoustic guitar is joined by Expansive, dreamy, positive. Strummed acoustic guitar is joined by reflective piano and hopeful electric guitar. Melodies weave to create an uplifting, rousing yet light cue. Heartfelt and emotive bed.
Expansive, dreamy, positive. Strummed acoustic guitar is joined by Expansive, dreamy, positive. Strummed acoustic guitar is joined by reflective piano and hopeful electric guitar. Melodies weave to create an uplifting, rousing yet light cue. Heartfelt and emotive bed.
Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Wondrous flute melodies with gentle Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Wondrous flute melodies with gentle electric guitars and atmospheric wordless vocals build with emotive piano melodies. Reflective and poignant indie cue which builds in positive determination to rousing and inspiring peaks with powerful drums, expansive guitar riffs and a strong sense of adventure.
Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Instrumental underscore version. Wondrous Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Instrumental underscore version. Wondrous flute melodies and gentle electric guitars build with emotive piano melodies. Reflective and poignant indie cue which builds in positive determination to rousing and inspiring peaks with powerful drums, expansive guitar riffs and a strong sense of adventure.
Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Wondrous flute melodies with gentle Warm, uplifting, panoramic. Wondrous flute melodies with gentle electric guitars and atmospheric wordless vocals build with emotive piano melodies. Reflective and poignant indie cue which builds in positive determination to rousing and inspiring peaks with powerful drums, expansive guitar riffs and a strong sense of adventure.
Innocent, warm, emotive. Bright acoustic guitars with reflective Innocent, warm, emotive. Bright acoustic guitars with reflective banjo and emotional male vocals are carried along by handclaps and tambourine. Inspiring and atmospheric organic indie folk cue with expressive strings, building to rousing choruses and a cinematic and panoramic finale with positive, playful and uplifting violin melodies.
Innocent, warm, emotive. Instrumental underscore version. Bright Innocent, warm, emotive. Instrumental underscore version. Bright acoustic guitars with reflective banjo are carried along by handclaps and tambourine. Inspiring and atmospheric organic indie folk cue with expressive strings, building to rousing choruses and a cinematic and panoramic finale with positive, playful and uplifting violin melodies.
Innocent, warm, emotive. Bright acoustic guitars and emotional male Innocent, warm, emotive. Bright acoustic guitars and emotional male vocals are carried along by tambourine. Inspiring and atmospheric organic indie folk cue with expressive strings, building to a rousing chorus finale with positive, playful and uplifting violin melodies.
French song. Neo retro / pop song / romantic comedy. Lazy, naive & French song. Neo retro / pop song / romantic comedy. Lazy, naive & sentimental. Female French singer, acoustic & electric guitars, electric keyboard, string section & rhythm.歌词
La main dans la main, traverser les boulevardsLes yeux dans les yeux comme un roman de gare J’ai toujours sur moi, un pola de toi.
Marcher sous la pluie avec toi dans la nuit C’est pas un problème, dis moi juste « je t’aime » Les bijoux, les fleurs, je vois la vie en couleur.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
Quand viendra le jour où tu ne seras plus là Tu sais mon amour j’aurai toujours sur moi. Tu sais devines quoi? Un pola de toi.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble a ça.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi, Et tu vois. Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
English translation :
ROMANTIC NOVEL
Hand in hand, crossing the boulevards Eye to eye, like in a romantic novel I always have on me, a polaroid of you.
Walking in the rain with you in the night It's not a problem, just tell me “I love you” The jewels, the flowers, I see life in color.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.
When the day comes when you will no longer be here You know, my love, I will always have on me You know, guess what, a polaroid of you.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you And you see, It seems love is really like that.
French song. Pop ballad / romantic / neo retro / bossa nova. Dreamy, French song. Pop ballad / romantic / neo retro / bossa nova. Dreamy, melancholic & sentimental. Acoustic guitar solo @ 1'16. Female singer, acoustic guitar, string section, double bass & rhythm.歌词
Tout était beau, tout était bleu, du ciel jusqu'à ses yeux Tout s'est passé en un instant, comme un jeu d'enfant
Je n'avais rien connu de mieux, mon amoureux Cœurs légers, baisers hors du temps, mon bel amant
Rêve éveillé, cheveux au vent Et se cacher comme un jeu d'enfant
Sans un mot, nous faisions tous deux l'amour en feu Non, plus rien n'était important, aussi brûlant
La fin de l'été c'est déchirant Pour tout oublier comme un jeu d'enfant
Son regard glissa peu à peu comme un adieu Les garçons ne sont pas sérieux à 17 ans Comme un jeu d'enfant... English translation : LIKE A CHILDREN’S GAME
Everything was beautiful, everything was blue, from heaven to his eyes
Everything happened in a moment like a children’s game
