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This love
I think I'm gonna fall again
And even when you held my hand
It didn't mean a thing
This love
This love
Never has to say love
Doesn't know it is love
This love
This love
Doesn't have to say love
Doesn't need to be love
Doesn't mean a thing
This love
This love, oh-oh-oh ...
This strange love (strange love)
This love, ...
-- lines are repeated several times
This love
Note: The lines in italics are in the CD-booklet but are not sung.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Con un cavallo
Vanno avanti
In questa grande oscurità
Ma ad un tratto
Il bimbo trema
Dalla paura
Freddo si fa
Padre oh padre
Tu non hai visto
Re degli elfi
Eccolo la
Figlio perduto,
Vuoi far un gioco?
Gioia ti porto
Vieni con me
Padre oh padre
Hai già sentito
Cosa mi dice
E che vuol' far'?
Figlio perduto
Se tu non vieni
Io userò la forza che ho
Padre oh padre
Re degli elfi
Mi sta toccando
Male mi fa
E il bambino,
Con occhi chiusi
Lui non si muove
Perso è già
Figlio
Figlio perduto
Se tu non vieni
Io userò la mia forza
Padre oh padre
Re degli elfi
Mi sta toccando
Male mi fa
E il bambino,
Con occhi chiusi
Lui non si muove
Perso è già
... perso è già
Se attraverso la città
Questa ipocrita, tua città
Il corpo mio
Che passa tra di voi
E' un invettiva contro la viltà
Tu ritroverai con me
La più splendida proprietà
Un attimo di sole sopra noi
Alla ricerca di te
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
Chorus:
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting
Here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting
Here with me
I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I don't wanna leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
Chorus -- 2x
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
Chorus -- 2x
Oh-oh-oh ...
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Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuró a la luna
Hasta el amanecer
Llorando pedía
Al llegar el día
Desposar un calé
"Tendrás a tu hombre
Piel morena"
Desde el cielo
Habló la luna llena
"Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a él
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer"
Estribillo:
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime luna de plata
Qué pretendes hacer
Con un niño de piel
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
Hijo de la luna
De padre canela
Nació un niño
Blanco como el lomo
De un armiño
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna
Niño albino de luna
"Maldita su estampa
Este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo callo."
Estribillo
Gitano al creerse deshonrado
Se fue a su mujer
Cuchillo en mano
"¿De quién es el hijo?
Me has engañado fijo"
Y de muerte la hirió
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niño en brazos
Y allí le abandonó
Estribillo
Y en las noches
Que haya luna llena
Será porque el niño
Esté de buenas
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para hacerle una cuna
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para harcerle una cuna
When she dances
She moves him to a smile
He sees everything
Near her shine
There's a grace in her ways
That he can't contain
He has not that grace
Oh, he has not that grace
And the closer he gets
He can't help but hide
So ashamed
Of his body and voice
There are boundaries
We pass in spite of the war
But our own
We can't seem to cross
He has a way that surrounds him
So delicate
With a glory that reigns in his life
He is also so much that he is not
These things they don't see
And she doesn't see him
Oh-oh-oh ...
And she doesn't see him
There are things we can change
If we just choose to fight
But the walls of injustice are high
When she passes him by
She's a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun
From the sky
And he knows she's a queen
Who deserves a king
Someone other than him
So different from him
Oh-oh-oh ...
She doesn't see him
Oh-oh-oh ...
She doesn't see him
She doesn't see him
Gioia nel cuor troverò
Con te il ciel raggiungerò
Pace ci sarà
Gioia nel cuor troverò
Con te il ciel raggiungerò
Un mondo nuovo con te vedrò
Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided
To end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers
That are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
La luna della notte
Dolcemente ci proteggerà
La luna della notte
Dolcemente ci proteggerà
Scende la notte, e lei è la
Su tutto'l cielo lei regna
Con gentilezza lei guarderà
Illuminando la sera
Con gentilezza lei guarderà
Illuminando la sera
La luna della notte
Dolcemente ci proteggerà
La luna della notte
Dolcemente ci proteggerà
Luna non veglierà
Fuggirà
Luna scomparirà
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And as I recall the moment of them all,
the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
do do do do do do do do do ...
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone else moved in from far away.
From: La Luna (2000); see the separate lyrics pages for details on the source of the lyrics.
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