Text ... 80's. Pop song. Catchy, driving & uplifitng. Male singer, synth & ...80's. Pop song. Catchy, driving & uplifitng. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
You drive my hand in the moonlightWe're counting tiles of our roadsI'm singing your name in the nightI'm singing your name in the moonlight
Beyond the distanceOur love shinesAnd through i lost you sometime I can feel you tonightWe navigate by the stars at midnightI can feel you tonight
I think it's realI can feel all rightI feel it's realI can feel all right
I think it's realI think it's realI can feel all rightI think it's realI feel it's real
We can change the wrong to rightYeahWe can change the wrong to rightWe can changeWe can change
I think it's realI can feel all rightI feel it's realI can feel all right
I think it's realI think it's realI can feel all rightI think it's realI feel it's real
Text ... 80's. Pop song. Nocturnal, decided & moving. Male singer, choir, ...80's. Pop song. Nocturnal, decided & moving. Male singer, choir, synth & rhythm.
Feeling lost in this lonely world you never, listened to meEverything we do we do for a reason but it’s never for freeJust like that like a bolt from the blue you’re thinking what’s happened to meEverything you’ve done and all that you’ve become has disappeared Ooh, I’m nothing baby, without your loveOoh ooh, the way I feel, oh you’re coming homeYou’re coming home Ooh, I’m nothing baby, without your loveOoh ooh, the way I feel, oh you’re coming homeYou’re coming home I was lost but now, I’m found
70's. TV Show. Opening. Determined & positive. Electric guitar, big ...70's. TV Show. Opening. Determined & positive. Electric guitar, big band & rhythm.
Text ... Song. 1880. Sung in Napolitan. Dancing & joyful. Male voice, piano, ...Song. 1880. Sung in Napolitan. Dancing & joyful. Male voice, piano, mandolin, acoustic guitar, flutes & tambourin.
Napoletano:Aieressera, oì nanninè, me ne sagliette, tu saie addò tu saie addò Addò 'stu core 'ngrato cchiù dispietto farme nun pò! Addò lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie Te lassa sta! E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, 'ncielo a guardà!... Jammo, jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà, Funiculì, funiculà! Né... jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc'è! Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna... Io veco a tte! Tirato co la fune, ditto 'nfatto, 'ncielo se va.. Se va comm' 'à lu viento a l'intrasatto, guè, saglie sà! Jammo, jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà, Funiculì, funiculà! Se n' 'è sagliuta, oì né, se n' 'è sagliuta la capa già! È gghiuta, pò è turnata, pò è venuta... Sta sempe ccà! La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno, Attuorno a tte! Sto core canta sempe Nu taluorno Sposammo, oì né! Jammo, jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà, Funiculì, funiculà!
Français:Hier soir, Annette, je suis monté Devine où ? Où ce cœur ingrat ne peut plus m'embêter! Là où le feu brûle, mais si tu te sauves Il te laisse tranquille Et ne te poursuit pas, ni ne se lasse de contempler le ciel! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Funiculi, funiculè, funiculi, funiculaire ! Allons au sommet, funiculì, funiculaire ! Allons de la terre à la montagne, il n'y a qu'un pas. On voit la France, Procida et l'Espagne, moi je te vois toi! Avec le funiculaire, aussitôt dit aussitôt fait, nous sommes montés au ciel... Allons comme le vent, montons, montons! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Funiculi, funiculè, funiculi, funiculaire! Allons au sommet, funiculì, funiculaire! Si on ne l'a pas perdue, Annette, si on n'a pas encore perdu la tête, Elle y est allée, a tourné, en est revenue, et elle est toujours là! La tête tourne, tourne autour, autour de toi ! Et mon cœur chante toujours: un jour Annette épouse-moi! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Allons, allons, au sommet allons-y ! Funiculi, funiculè, funiculi, funiculaire! Allons au sommet, funiculì, funiculaire !
English: I climbed up high this evening, oh, Nanetta,Do you know where? Do you know where?Where this ungrateful heartNo longer pains me! No longer pains me!Where fire burns, but if you run away,It lets you be, it lets you be!It doesn't follow after or torment youJust with a look, just with a look. Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!To the top we'll go, funiculi, funicula!Let's go from here below up to the mountain,A step away! A step away!You can see France, Procida, and Spain,And I see you! And I see you!You rise, pulled by a cable, quick as a wink,Into the sky! Into the sky!We'll rise up like a whirlwind all of a suddenKnows how to do! Knows how to do! Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!To the top we'll go, funiculi, funicula!The car has climbed up high, see, climbed up high now,Right to the top! Right to the top!It went, and turned around, and came back down,And now it's stopped! And now it's stopped!The top is turning round, and round, and round,Around yourself! Around yourself!My heart is singing the same refrain:We should be wed! We should be wed!Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Let's go, let's go! To the top we'll go!Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!To the top we'll go, funiculi, funicula! p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #000000} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; color: #000000; min-height: 14.0px} p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; color: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} span.s2 {font: 12.0px Arial; font-kerning: none}
Anticipating & stimulating piano intro with synth pulse. On the road ...Anticipating & stimulating piano intro with synth pulse. On the road to Victory. Build up gradually with pride in a spirit of grandeur to the climax. Suggested for sport themes & trailers.
Alternate without percussion. Anticipating & stimulating piano intro ...Alternate without percussion. Anticipating & stimulating piano intro with synth pulse. On the road to Victory. Build up gradually with pride in a spirit of grandeur to the climax. Suggested for themes & trailers.
Text ... Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & ...Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.
Italiano Ritornello :
Ballare, Ballare si si si si Tornare Tornare no no no no Girare si, cantare si Dormire no
Strofe :
Dipingi con la matita nera Il contorno dei tuoi occhi verdi Uno sguardo di felina Nottambula Tu tracci disegni scolpisci Petali di rose rosse Sul’orlo delle tue labbra Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Ondeggia il tuo corpo snello E Piano pian’ il tuo profumo Diffonde in mezzo alla folla Nottambula Anche ad occhi chiusi Lo sai ché notan' solo te
Al chiarore della luna
Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Français
Refrain :
Danser, oui
Danser, oui Rentrer, non Rentrer, non, Tourner oui, chanter oui Dormir, non !
Couplets :
Tu soulignes au crayon noir le contour de tes yeux verts Un regard de féline Noctambule Tu traces, dessines et découpes Des pétales de roses rouges Sur l'ourlet de tes lèvres Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Ton corps mince ondule Et petit à petit ton parfum Se diffuse dans la foule Noctambule Même avec les yeux fermés Tu sais qu'ils ne voient que toi Dans la clarté de la lune Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
English
Chorus
Dance Dance yes Go home no Go home no Spin around yes, sing yes Sleep no
Verse
You underline in black crayon The curve of your green eyes A feline look Nocturnal You trace, draw and cut out Petals of red roses On the edge of your lips You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Your slim body sways And little by little your sent Wafts over the crowd Nocturnal Even with your eyes closed You know that they see only you By the light of the moon You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Text ... Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Tragicomic & jazzy. Male voice, piano, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Tragicomic & jazzy. Male voice, piano, brass & rhythm.
ItalianoCo-sì, Cosi mi ha lasciato solo, Una mattina quasi normale Dopo il caffè.
Cosi, mi ha lasciato il cane e il pesce rosso, La pila di panni sporchi,
E i piatti da risciacquare.
Amore, non capirò mai, Quello che in me non va,
Cosa ho fatto di male,
Le donne, sempre si giocan di me,
Maledizione! Le donne,
Tutte da me, vanno via.
Così, Così mentre leggevo il giornale,
S'è fatta la valigia e ciao
Non l’ho vista più.
Così, Con passo svelto e leggero è fuggita
Un passo che mi diceva:
La cucina falla tu!
Français
Comme ça Comme ça elle m’a laissé seul, Un matin presque normal Après le café. Comme ça, elle m’a laissé le chien et le poisson rouge, La pile de linge sale, Et la vaisselle à faire.
Comme ça, Comme ça pendant que je lisais le journal, Elle a fait sa valise et ciao Je ne l’ai plus revue. Comme ça, D’un pas rapide et léger elle a disparu Un pas qui me disait : La cuisine fais-la toi-même !
Mon amour, je ne comprendrai jamais, Ce qui ne va pas Ce que j’ai fait de mal, Les femmes, se jouent toujours de moi, Malédiction ! Les femmes, S’éloignent toutes de moi.
English
Just like that, Just like that, she left me alone An almost ordinary morning After the coffee Just like that, She left me the dog and the goldfish The pile of dirty laundry And the washing up to do Just like that,
Just like that, Just like that, while I was reading the paper She packed her bag and ciao! I never saw her again. Just like that, With a quick and silent footstep, she disappeared A footstep saying to me: Do your own cooking.
My love, I’ll never understand What’s the matter What did I do wrong, Women scorn me A curse! Women, All get out of my way.
