Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Italiano: Alla mattina appena alzata O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao Alla mattina appena alzata In risaia mi tocca andar.
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao E fra gli insetti e le zanzare Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Il capo in piedi col suo bastone E noi curve a lavorar.
O mamma mia o che tormento O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao O mamma mia o che tormento Lo t'invoco ogni doman.
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo Noi perdiam la gioventù.
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà.
Français: Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.
Anglais: In the morning I got up Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful) In the morning I got up To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And between insects and mosquitoes A hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao The boss is standing with his cane And we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh my god, what a torment As I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And every hour that we pass here We lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao But the day will come when us all Will work in freedom.
Joyful & dancing. Song. Sung in Italian. Festive & traditional. Joyful & dancing. Song. Sung in Italian. Festive & traditional. Country dance. Female voice, accordion, mandolin, claps & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Parenti, amici, sono tutti qua,
Venuti da tanti Paesi d'Italia,
Famiglie di Francia, e anche dall’Australia,
Rosetta si sposa: gran festa si farà!
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
Batti piedi, batti le mani, Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
alza le braccia, gira, gira,
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Organetto e tamburello
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, si balla la tarantella.
Si celebran le nozze come in Sicilia,
con tutte le comari a “mucatori” ??, i maschi quasi tutti, portano la coppola,
C'è vino, salam, prosciutto e ricotta
La mamma di Rosa si commuove e piange,
perché a sua bambina lontana sarà,
il padre un po brillo canta troppo forte
presto un nipotino in casa arriverà Français
Les parents, les amis sont tous là, Venus de tant de villages d’Italie Des familles de France, et aussi d’Australie Rosetta se marie : une grande fête se prépare !
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
On tape des mains, on bat des mains Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
On lève les bras, on tourne, on tourne
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Accordéon et tambourin Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, on danse la tarentelle
On célèbre la noce comme en Sicile Avec toutes les commères qui portent foulard Presque tous les hommes ont une casquette Il y a du vin, du salami, du jambon et de la ricotta
La maman de Rosa est émue et pleure Parce que sa fille partira loin Le père un peu éméché chante trop fort Bientôt un neveu arrivera
English
Family and friends are all here Come from village all over Italy Families from France, Australia too Rosetta is getting married:
A big party is getting underway
Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,
we clap our hands, we clap our hands Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
we lift our arms, we spin we spin Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,
Accordion and tambourine Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, we dance the tarentelle
We celebrate the wedding like in Sicily With all the old girls in headscarves Almost all the men wear caps There’s wine, salami, ham and ricotta.
Rosa’s mama is moved to tears Because her daughter will move far away Father is a little tipsy and sings too loud Soon a nephew will arrive
Truck-driving "going home" country song. Confident & optimistic. Truck-driving "going home" country song. Confident & optimistic. Male singer, guitars, piano & rhythm section. Electric twangy guitar lead @ 1'09.歌词
DRIVIN’ HOME VERSE There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead People rollin’ 90 miles an hour, and going nowhere So when you need to slow down, I just turn that car around And take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home
VERSE Sweet country music, on the radio Playin’ all those old songs we used to know Ohh, They take me back, to a place not long ago When we took the back roads thru the country When we’re drivin’ home
INSTRUMENTAL break
VERSE Rollin’ hills, deep blue skies, farmer Brown will tip his hat when you drive by Oh, we’re movin’ so fast, leave your troubles in the past and Take the back roads thru the country when you’re drivin’ home
VERSE There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead People rollin’ 90 miles an hour and gettin’ nowhere So when you need to slow down, just turn this car around And take the back roads thru the country
Take the back roads thru the country Take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home Drivin’ home
Underscore. Truck-driving country song. Confident & optimistic. Underscore. Truck-driving country song. Confident & optimistic. Guitars, piano & rhythm section. Electric twangy guitar lead @ 1'09.
Honky-tonk / western-swing song in the spirit of the late 40's & Honky-tonk / western-swing song in the spirit of the late 40's & early 50's. Confident & bouncy. Male singer, fiddle & pedal steel solo @ 0'50, rhythm & piano.歌词
TOO MANY HONKY TONKS
VERSE I know she didn’t mean to hurt me She tried so hard to make it right I guess I lost out to the whisky But I wonder where my baby is tonight
CHORUS ‘Cause when her tears start fallin’ Her goodtime friends come callin’ And they won’t keep her feet
On solid ground From lonely street to misery Uptown on down There’re just too many honky tonks around
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE The neon lights are shinin’ Right thru the warm glow of this wine And my ole heart is pinin’ And I wonder where she’ll be
At closing time.
CHORUS ‘Cause when her tears start fallin’ Her goodtime friends come callin’ And they won’t keep her feet
On solid ground From lonely street to misery Uptown on down There’re just too many honky tonks around
From lonely street to misery Uptown on down There’re just too many honky tonks around
Underscore. Honky-tonk / western-swing in the spirit of the late 40's Underscore. Honky-tonk / western-swing in the spirit of the late 40's & early 50's. Confident & bouncy. Fiddle & pedal steel solo @ 0'50, rhythm & piano.
Country classic love song. Confident & uplifting. Male singer, rhythm Country classic love song. Confident & uplifting. Male singer, rhythm section, organ, lead pedal steel @ 1'32 & lead electric guitar @ 1'48.歌词
IF YOU NEED ME VERSE If you need me, honey I’ll be here for you Even tho right now you think That guy has hung the moon I wish you well in that high society But if the new wears off of those satin sheets
I’ll be here if you need me
VERSE If you need me, honey I’ll still be around Waiting right here on the other side of town Where life is hard, but our love came easily So, if the new wears off of those satin sheets I’ll be here if you need me
CHORUS I know you’ve wanted out of here so long
Now here’s your chance go on and run Just remember everything that shines
Can fade away, dark clouds
Can hide the sun un un un
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE If you need me, honey I’ll still be around
Waiting right here on the other side of town Where life is hard but our love came easily So if the new wears off of those satin sheets I’ll be here, if you need me…if you need me
Underscore. Country classic love cue. Confident & uplifting. Rhythm Underscore. Country classic love cue. Confident & uplifting. Rhythm section, organ, lead pedal steel @ 1'32 & lead electric guitar @ 1'48.
Bitter-sweet country & western ballad. Peaceful but with a touch of Bitter-sweet country & western ballad. Peaceful but with a touch of nostalgia. Male singer, rhythm, piano & pedal steel.歌词
I DON'T MATTER ANYWAY VERSE There’s a rumor goin’ round this little town Say you’re gonna throw my love away Well tell me where do you get off I’m the one having second thoughts And I don’t think we can last another day
CHORUS So We can talk about it We can sleep on it But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face Cause I’m beginnin’ to see
What you don’t mean to me And it really doesn’t matter anyway
VERSE You’ve got a new boyfriend, and I’m real free Let’s just call a spade a spade I’m eatin’ real well, and takin’ care of myself It’s something I gave up on along the way
CHORUS So we can talk about it We can sleep on it But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face Cause I’m beginnin’ to see
What you don’t mean to me And it really doesn’t matter anyway
REPEAT CHORUS We can talk about it We can sleep on it But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face Cause I’m beginnin’ to see
Underscore. Country & western ballad. Peaceful but with a touch of Underscore. Country & western ballad. Peaceful but with a touch of nostalgia. Rhythm, piano & pedal steel.
Positive, rousing, uplifting. Dreamy, hypnotic new wave guitars with Positive, rousing, uplifting. Dreamy, hypnotic new wave guitars with playful, upbeat layers of melodies weaving with propulsive drums. Summery rock cue with a motivating, carefree feel.
Positive, rousing, uplifting. Dreamy, hypnotic new wave guitars with Positive, rousing, uplifting. Dreamy, hypnotic new wave guitars with playful, upbeat layers of melodies weaving with propulsive drums. Summery rock cue with a motivating, carefree feel.
Positive, confident, determined. Upbeat acoustic guitars with driving Positive, confident, determined. Upbeat acoustic guitars with driving electric guitar chugs are joined by propulsive drums and atmospheric, expansive slide guitar and haunting harmonica. Upbeat and swaggering rock cue with dramatic vocal textures and a cinematic feel.
Positive, confident, determined. Upbeat acoustic guitars with driving Positive, confident, determined. Upbeat acoustic guitars with driving electric guitar chugs are joined by propulsive drums and atmospheric, expansive slide guitar and haunting harmonica. Upbeat and swaggering rock cue with a cinematic feel.
French song. Pop ballad / neo retro. Exotic, dreamy & mellow. French song. Pop ballad / neo retro. Exotic, dreamy & mellow. Electric guitar solo @ 1'23. Female singer, twangy guitar, fx reverb, bass & rhythm.歌词
Si un jour tu m’emmènes
A la plage J’aimerais tant plonger Dans les vagues Je te promets que je resterais Sage Mais tu ne comprends pas Que je rêve de ça
Quand l’été est là Je sens le soleil sur ma peau Tu marches avec moi Mais tu pars un peu trop tôt
Je veux y croire Mais tu me refuses ça Nous sur le sable Etendus et nus Amoureux Toujours
Si un jour tu m’emmènes
A la plage J’aimerais tant plonger Dans les vagues Je te promets que je resterais Sage Mais tu ne comprends pas Que je rêve de ça
Alors je sors seule la nuit Je cherche un ami Et puis quand
Sonne minuit Je suis folle de lui Nous courons dans les dunes Eclairés par la lune
Si un jour tu m’emmènes
A la plage J’aimerais tant plonger Dans les vagues Je te promets que je resterais Sage Mais tu ne comprends pas Que je rêve de ça English translation : THE BEACH If one day you take me to the beach I would like to dive into the waves I promise you that I will be careful But you don’t understand That’s what I’m dreaming of
When summer is here I feel the sun on my skin You walk with me
But you leave a little too early
I want to believe it
But you want let me Us on the sand,
stretched out and naked,
In Love,
Always
If one day you take me to the beach I would like to dive into the waves I promise you that I will be careful But you don’t understand That’s what I’m dreaming of
So I go out alone at night I'm looking for a friend And then when midnight sounds I'm crazy about him We run through the dunes Lit by the moon
If one day you take me to the beach I would like to dive into the waves I promise you that I will be careful But you don’t understand That’s what I’m dreaming of
French song. Neo retro / romantic / pop ballad / romantic comedy. French song. Neo retro / romantic / pop ballad / romantic comedy. Sentimental, luminous & tender. Female back up vocalist. Female singer, electric guitar, electric bass, violin & rhythm.歌词
Ce soir, si tu me cherches je serais par làEt sans doute on se retrouvera quand sur nous deux la nuit tombera Ce soir, si je suis seule au coeur de la foule non n’attends pas que mes larmes coulent et emmène moi jusqu’au petit jour
Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Là où le soleil saura nous trouver Et nous faire danser Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Où le soleil saura nous trouver et nous faire danser
Ce soir s’il te plait ne me regarde pas Si tu me veux je serais à toi quand sur nos yeux la nuit tombera Demain quand le petit jour se lèvera Tu te réveilleras dans mes bras et l’infinie tristesse finira
Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Là où le soleil saura nous trouver Et nous faire danser Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Où le soleil saura nous trouver et nous faire danser
Ce soir, si tu me cherches je serais par là Et sans doute on se retrouvera quand sur nous deux la nuit tombera Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Là où le soleil saura nous trouver Et nous faire danser Là où personne ne viendra nous chercher Où le soleil saura nous trouver et nous faire danser
English translation :
TONIGHT
Tonight, if you come looking for me I'll be there
And no doubt we will meet when the night will fall on us Tonight, if I'm alone in the crowd
Don’t wait for my tears to flow
and take me to the first light of day
There where no one will come looking for us
Where the sun will find us and take us dancing There where no one will come looking for us
Where the sun will find us and take us dancing
Tonight, please don’t look at me
If you want me I'll be yours when the night falls on our eyes
Tomorrow when day breaks You will wake up in my arms
and the infinite sadness will end Where no one will come for us
There where no one will come looking for us
Where the sun will find us And take us dancing There where no one will come looking for us
Where the sun will find us And take us dancing
Tonight, if you come looking for me I'll be there
And no doubt we will meet when the night will fall on us
There where no one will come looking for us
Where the sun will find us And take us dancing There where no one will come looking for us
Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.歌词
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
