Zefiro torna e di soavi accenti
L’aer fa grato e’l piè discioglie a l’onde.
E mormorando tra le verdi fronde,
Fa danzar al bel suon su’l prato i fiori.
Inghirlandato il crin Fillid’e Clori
Note temprando amor care e gioconde.
E da monti (e da valli) ime (e profonde)
Raddoppian l’armonia gli antri canori.
Sorge più vaga in ciel l’aurora
E’l sole sparge più luci d’or.
Più puro argento, Fregia di Teti
Il bel ceruleo manto.

Sol io, per selve abbandonate e sole,
L’ardor di due begli occhi e’l mio tormento,
Come vuol mia ventura hor piango, hor canto.

Traduction :

Zéphyr est de retour et le ciel retentit
De délectables accents et fait bouger les ondes.
Et murmurant entre les arbres,
Il fait danser par cette belle musique les fleurs dans les prés.

Phyllis et Cloris, la tête couronnée de guirlandes,
Jouent des notes d’amour douces et joyeuses.
Et depuis les sommets (et les plaines profondes)
Les antres mélodieux redoublent d’harmonie.
L’Aurore surgit encore brumeuse
Et le soleil répand ses lumières dorées.
Le plus pur argent embellit
Le beau manteau bleuté de Thétis.

Seul moi, dans les forêts abandonnées et solitaires,
Comme le veut mon destin, je pleure et je chante
L’ardeur de deux beaux yeux qui est mon tourment.

Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot

Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne

Poussière, poussière

Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille

Chauffe le feu de son mégot

Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien

Poussière, poussière

Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil

La peur se glisse sous la peau

Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière

Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle

He drags his dog and his stub

He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust

Heat the wine of his bottle

Heat the fire of his stub

Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust

Sleep escapes as the night comes

Fear slips under the skin

Scratches the wounds

where sleeps the pain

Dust, dust

esto es a lo niche, caliche,venite,
nos vamos pa los Yores, sen?ores come on.
esto es a lo niche,caliche,venite,
nos vamos a lo punta talon, punta talon.

y comenzo? vacilon,
llegaron los que son,
llevando un nuevo sound pa los Yores,
oye latino no te asombres,
vamo' a hacer desorden,
este ritmo lleva mi nombre,

Y ve vo' jabe?s, move?te move?te,
y ve vo' jabe?s, Mira? coje?,
y ve vo' jabe?s, move?te move?te,
y ve vo' jabe?s, cuidao y te cae?s.

hey Cali,
What's going on,
this is a lo niche,
del barrio song,
cuero pa' la calle,
campaneo ba?sico,
Do you feel it ?
ti-ti co?, ti-ti co?.

EN:

That's the black way, "caleninen" Come on!
We're going to New York
Gentlemen, come.
That's the black way, "caleninen" Come!
We're going to New York,
Gentlemen, come
We go in, toe, heel, toe heel
And the party started
Those who came, are there
Bringing a new sound to New York
Hey Latino, don't be surprised
We're gonna make a mess
This rhythm bears my name
And you know that
Move it, move it, move it
And you know that
Look, catch
And you know that
Move it, move it, move it
And you know that
Look, catch
Be careful, don't fall on the floor
Hey Cali
What's going on?
That's the black way.
Neighborhood song
Leather for the street
Basic striking of the bell
Did you feel it?
Ti ti co, ti ti co

FR:

C?a c’est a? la fac?on des noirs, “caleninen” Venez !
Nous allons a? New-York
Messieurs, venez.
C?a c’est a? la fac?on des noirs, “caleninen” Venez !
Nous allons a? New-York,
Messieurs, venez
Nous allons en, pointe, talon, pointe talon
Et la fe?te a commence?
Ceux qui sont venus, y sont
En amenant un nouveau son a? New York
Hey latino, ne soyez pas surpris
On va faire du de?sordre
Ce rythme porte mon nom
Et tu le sais bien
Bouge-toi, bouge-toi
Et tu le sais bien
Regarde, attrape
Et tu le sais bien
Bouge-toi, bouge-toi
Et tu le sais bien
Regarde, attrape
Fait gaffe, ne tombe pas par terre
Hey Cali
Qu’est ce qui se passe?
C?a c’est a? la fac?on des noirs
Chanson du quartier
Cuir pour la rue
Frappement basique de la cloche
L'avez-vous ressenti ?
Ti ti co, ti ti co

I made this Swing
Under a coco tree
This blended cha cha Just for your hips
Here is your baby...
Gial I'm muy picante man
Just wanna have some fun
Bailando rico son
And groove it
And dance it
Que rico

Five little monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and bumped his head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"No more monkeys Jumping on the bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)

Four little monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and bumped his head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"No more monkeys Jumping on the bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)

Three little monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and bumped his head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"No more monkeys Jumping on the bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)

Two little monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and bumped his head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"No more monkeys Jumping on the bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)

One little monkey jumping on the bed

He fell off and bumped his head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"No more monkeys Jumping on the bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)

No little monkeys jumping on the bed

None fell off and bumped their head

Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said

"Put those monkeys back to bed"

(Jump, jump, jump, ju jump jump)