70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric 70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric guitar, tambourine & rhythm.
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.歌词
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}
Song. Nostalgic. Sung in Italian. Male voice, acoustic guitar, piano, Song. Nostalgic. Sung in Italian. Male voice, acoustic guitar, piano, mandolin, accordion & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoDove sono biscottini e caramelle,
l'olio fresco dal mulino, il bardolino, pane tondo cotto al forno di mattonelle,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo. Dove sono ceci fave per le minestre,
l’uovo col marsala, le frittelle,
il sapor' delle zucchine del giardino,
se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Passa un giorno di più,
e tutto sembra come fosse ieri,
passa la vita veloce,
e niente resta più come prima.
I boschetti con i funghi son perduti,
e la briscola in famiglia, non si fa più,
il suon dell'organetto dello zio,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo.
La bottega della Lina, il cenciaiolo,
limoncello e cassate a due soldi,
e le donne al lavatorio, la befana,
se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Biciclette e bagni al mare in agosto, i fumetti con Minnie, e topolino,
la pesca della trota con il nonno,
mi ricordo, di tutto mi ricordo.
E fuggita la ragazza dagli occhi chiari,
la quercia del cortile, l'inchiostro blu,
e il cinema all' aperto con Maria, se n’è andato tutto via con il vento.
Français
Où sont les gâteaux et le caramel L’huile nouvelle du moulin,
Le pain rond cuit au four de brique Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
Où sont les pois chiches et les fèves pour les minestrones L’œuf au Marsala, les beignets L’odeur des courgettes dans le jardin Tout a disparu avec le vent
Un jour de plus est passé Et tout semble comme si c’était hier La vie passe si vite Et plus rien n’est plus comme autrefois
Les bois aux champignons sont perdus On ne joue plus à la briscola en famille, Le son de l’accordéon de l’oncle, Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
La boutique de Lina, le chiffonnier Limoncello et cassate à deux sous Et les femmes au lavoir, la befana Tout a disparu avec le vent
La bicyclette et les bains de mer en août Les bandes dessinées avec Minnie et Mickey La pêche à la truite avec le grand-père Je me souviens, je me souviens de tout
La jeune fille aux yeux clairs a disparu Le chêne de la cour, l’encre bleue Et le cinéma en plein air avec Maria Tout a disparu avec le vent
English
Where are the cakes and the caramels The oil fresh from the mill The round bread baked in the brick oven I remember, I remember everything
Where are the chick peas
End the broad beans from the minestrone Eggs in Marsala, the doughnuts The smell of zucchinis in the garden Everything has gone with the wind
Another day has gone by And all is as if it was yesterday Life goes by so fast And nothing is like it used to be
The mushroom woods have gone We no longer play briscola as a family, The sound of my uncle’s arccordion, I remember, I remember everything
Lina’s little shop, the rag and bone man Limoncello and cassate a penny a piece And women in the wash house, la befana Everything has gone with the wind
The bicycle and swimming in the August sea The cartoons with Minnie and mickey Trout fishing with granddad
The young bright-eyed girl has disappeared The oak-tree in the garden, the blue ink And the open-air cinema with Maria Everything has gone with the wind
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.
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.歌词
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…
Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.歌词
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… 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...
Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, electric guitar, keyboard & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Delle toppe sulle
braghe Salteggio sulle bancarelle Ventiquattro biglie in tasca
Una fionda nella sacca Di piccioni faccio strage
Frego fiori e caramelle Per darle poi alle più belle Perche di tutta la tribu La più bella sei tu E mi piaci sempre più
Ma perche fai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Ma ancor non ho i capelli bianchi E non siedo più tra i banchi Sento adesso il tuo sguardo Che mi segue a mezzodi Nella piazza e nel cortil' Ma come le sai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Poi la vita é andata come va E t'ho rivisto ieri in città Col marito e il visone La mammina e il babbino Il bambino e il babbuino Li ho capito che Domani Tu mi sposerai
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Ma l'ha detto solo a me
Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Che l’ha detto solo a me
Français
Des pantalons rafistolés Je sautille sur les étals 24 billes dans en poche Une fronde dans ma sacoche Des pigeons je fais des carnages
Je fauche des fleurs et des bonbons Pour les offrir ensuite aux plus belles
Parce que de toute la petite bande La plus belle c’est toi Et tu me plais toujours plus
Mais pourquoi tu fais tout ça On me demande de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l'a dit Mais elle l'a dit seulement à moi
Mais je n’ai pas encore de cheveux blancs Je ne m’assieds plus sur les bancs de l’école
Je sens maintenant ton regard Qui me suit tous les midis Sur la place et aux alentours
Mais comment sais-tu sais ces choses là Me demande-t-on de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Puis la vie s’est passée comme elle s’est passée Et je t’ai revue hier en ville Avec ton mari et ta fourrure de vison Ta petite mère et ton petit père Tes enfants et ton babouin
Et là j’ai compris que Demain tu m’épouseras
C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi Maudite soit la lune Qui ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Tragicomic & jazzy. Male voice, piano, Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Tragicomic & jazzy. Male voice, piano, brass & rhythm.歌词
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.
ItalianoNon è un James Dean, non è Marlon Brando Nemmeno principe di favola, non è banchiere, non è pilota, ma son sicura è lui ché amo. L'ho incontrato in un bar qui vicino, una sera che mi sentivo giù. M'ha regalato, un caffè stretto E da allora non ci lasciamo più.
Se oggi canto con felicita ci-ta, E per l'amore del mio ragazzo-o-o Che mette il sole nella mia vita, con lui, con lui, mi sento in paradiso.
Lui non è alto, né snello né biondo non ha i capelli sulla fronte, ma per me lui è, di tutti il miglior, quando mi canta il suo amor Non fa mai a pugni, per fa-re il duro non ha studiato in università Ma io mi sento la più bella del mondo, quando mi porta a ballar.
Français
Ce n’est pas James Dean ni Marlon Brando Encore moins le prince de la fable Il n’est pas banquier, il n’est pas pilote Mais je suis sûre qu’il est celui que j’aime. Je l’ai rencontré dans un bar pas loin d’ici, Une nuit où je me sentais déprimée Il m’a payé un café serré Et depuis on ne s’est plus quitté.
Si aujourd’hui je chante avec joie C’est pour l’amour de mon copain Qui met du soleil dans ma vie, Avec lui, avec lui, je me sens Au paradis
Il n’est ni grand ni mince ni blond Il n’a pas un cheveu sur le front, Mais pour moi il est de tous le meilleur, Quand il me chante son amour. Il ne se bat jamais pour jouer au dur Il n’a pas étudié à l’université Mais je me sens la plus belle du monde Quand il m’emmène danser.
English
He’s no James Dean, nor Marlon Brando Even less a fairy prince No banker, nor pilot But I’m sure is the one I love. I met him in a bar not far from here One night when I was feeling down He bought me a coffee And we’ve been together ever since
If today I am so happy to sing It’s for the love of my boyfriend Who brings sunshine into my life, With him with him I am in paradise
He is neither tall nor slim nor blonde Not a hair on his forehead But for me, he is absolutely the best, When he sings his love to me. He never tries to play the tough guy He didn’t go to college But I am the most beautiful girl in the world When he takes me onto the dance floor.
Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined by propulsive, chugging short strings. Builds in determination with brooding and emotive orchestral layers. Contemporary classical cue which moves through hopeful, positive and investigative moments.
Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined by propulsive, chugging short strings. Builds in determination with brooding and emotive orchestral layers. Contemporary classical cue which moves through hopeful, positive and investigative moments. Stripped back underscore version.
Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined Moody, driving, rousing. Mysterious and reflective mallets are joined by propulsive, chugging short strings. Builds in determination with brooding and emotive orchestral layers. Contemporary classical cue which moves through hopeful, positive and investigative moments.
Positive, wondrous, emotive. Hopeful harp melodies with glimmering Positive, wondrous, emotive. Hopeful harp melodies with glimmering atmospheres, high string sustains and expressive, heartfelt string melodies. Panoramic and expansive cue with ethereal vocal textures and a reflective, meditative feel.
Positive, wondrous, emotive. Hopeful harp melodies with glimmering Positive, wondrous, emotive. Hopeful harp melodies with glimmering atmospheres, high string sustains and expressive, heartfelt string melodies. Panoramic and expansive cue with ethereal vocal textures and a reflective, meditative feel.
Bluesy, sultry, romantic. Cool, strutting drums with dramatic and Bluesy, sultry, romantic. Cool, strutting drums with dramatic and confident jazz flute flourishes are joined by relaxed female vocals and piano. Warm 60s late-night jazz song with attitude.
Bluesy, sultry, romantic. Cool, strutting drums with dramatic and Bluesy, sultry, romantic. Cool, strutting drums with dramatic and confident jazz flute flourishes are joined by relaxed piano. Warm 60s late-night jazz song with attitude. Instrumental version.
Romantic, soulful, heartfelt. Sentimental, emotional organ, electric Romantic, soulful, heartfelt. Sentimental, emotional organ, electric guitars and drums. Bluesy and sultry late-night 60's jazz cue full of hope and heart. Instrumental version.
Romantic, soulful, heartfelt. Sentimental female vocals with Romantic, soulful, heartfelt. Sentimental female vocals with emotional organ, electric guitars and drums. Bluesy and sultry late-night 60's jazz cue full of hope and heart.歌词
This heart has wings, And it will fly to you, This heart it sings, Sweet words to you.
We'll sit and smile, As the world passes us by, And I'll carry you so safely, If only, if only you'll take me.
This heart has wings, And it will fly to you, This heart it sings, Sweet words to you, This heart has wings.
