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Remember

Tonight, upon seeing you, our past
suddenly awoke.
Remember that it was long ago.
I forgot that I remember.
In front of the old cafe,
you were drawing as I approached.
Remember it was long ago.
You told me I was waiting for you—
so I followed you
without speaking.
I rediscovered your nights, and...
 
Tonight, in your gaze, I realize
that it is never too late.
Remember
it was long ago.
I forgot that I remember.
 
Your voice—
finally you are here—
did not change.
I am happy, you know.
I have the impression—
look—
that you did not leave.
It is as beautiful as the year before.
She tells me
remember,
remember.
I forgot that I remember.
 
Tonight, in your eyes, our past
suddenly awoke.
Remember, remember.
I forgot that I remember.
Remember.
 

Let Us Think Each Evening

Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united.
You left and—of you,
only one promise remains for me:
let us think each evening of the sunset.
 
I miss your voice—I miss your kisses—
I miss small and big things that tied me to you.
But it is nice to know that we
meet together in the sky each night
near the horizon, where the sun sets.
Who knows when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
 
Who knows, when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
 
Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united...
 

A Big Scandal

Whoa, dad! What will you tell people in town?
Whoa, dad! What a scandal if the mom knows!
 
In Trinidad lived a family—
in Trinidad—whoa whoa—what a family!
A mom and a dad with a boy of legal age
who loved the prettiest girl in town—
but the dad told him no!
'She is your sister and so cannot marry you.
Keep it to yourself—never tell anyone—
because if your mom finds out, I will be in big trouble.'
 
Whoa, dad! What will people in town say?
Whoa, dad! What a scandal if the mom knows!
 
The son cried seven long days—
the winter meanwhile passed in that way—
until in summer, on the beach,
he met a girl and again went to his dad
to ask what he thought—
but the dad told him no!
'She is your sister and so cannot marry you.
Keep it to yourself—never tell anyone—
because if your mom finds out, I will be in big trouble.'
 
Whoa, dad! What will people in town say?
Whoa, dad! What a scandal if the mom knows!
 
For seven times, the dad said no in this way—
and then the boy went to his mom.
Mom said, 'you know he is not your dad—
but do not say anything to dad because he does not know.'
 
Whoa, mom! What will people in town say?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, mom! What a scandal if my father knows!
Whoa, mom! Who will people in town say?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, mom! What a scandal if my father knows!...
 

Go To Her

One less love
and one more—
who cries, who cries?
 
One less love—
a few more days—
who dies, who dies?
All of this you do not know it—
you will never understand it.
 
Go, go, go to her.
Go, go, she will be
one more love
 
One less love
and one more—
who cries, who cries?
Now that you are leaving,
I cannot tell you that goodbye.
 
Go, go, go to her.
Go, go, she will be
one more love.
 
~ ~
 
All of this you do not know it—
you will never understand it.
Go, go, go to her—
go, go to her—
go, go to her...
 

One for You, One for Me

It is night and how many kisses of love?
One for you, one for me until the dawn comes.
It is night and how many hugs still to come?
One for you, one for me until it seems like a dream but it is real.
In the sky how many stars of gold?
One for you, one for me until the dawn comes.
The moon inflames our hearts—
half of you, half of me—it seems like a dream but it is real.
 
I love you
oh so very, very much.
Very sweet is the enchantment when we are heart-to-heart.
I love you—
do not of ask me when will end the enchantment
of this, our love.
 
It is night and how many kisses of love?
One for you, one for me until the dawn comes.
It is night and how many hugs still to come?
One for you, one for me until it seems like a dream but it is real.
In the sky how many stars of gold?
One for you, one for me until the dawn comes.
The moon inflames our hearts—
half of you, half of me—it seems like a dream but it is real.
 
I love you
oh so very, very much.
Very sweet is the enchantment when we are heart-to-heart.
I love you—
do not of ask me when will end the enchantment
of this, our love.
 
La, la, la, la ...
 

This Land of Ours

This land of ours has no borders
other than a dancing sky and the immense plain.
Yes, this land of ours has no borders—
love is there for you and me.
 
Where do you come from?
To where will you return?
If you stop, my door is open.
The dancing fire sings out hope.
Love is there for you and me.
All together...
 
This land of ours has no borders
other than a dancing sky and the immense plain.
Yes, this land of ours has no borders—
love is there for you and me.
 
The sky adorns the mountain tops
with the long mirage of its clouds,
and me—I sing—and you—you sing
love is here for you and me.
Again...
 
This land of ours has no borders
other than a dancing sky and the immense plain.
Yes, this land of ours has no borders—
love is there for you and me.
 
The howling wind has in its retinue
a thousand legends out there on the plains.
But the most beautiful one is that I love you—
love is there for you and me.
All together...
 
This land of ours has no borders
other than a dancing sky and the immense plain.
Yes, this land of ours has no borders—
love is there for you and me—
love is there for me—
love is there for you and me.
 

Cordova

Down there—down there—
on the far horizon stretches out Cordova—
surrounded by gardens,
covered with birds, night-flowering jasmine,
and jets of water.
 
And I am there
in order to prove to you that, to my first loves,
I always return.
You—I am sure that you wait for me—
you cannot forget our twenty years.
Down there,
we will climb the well-worn streets following in the footsteps
of lovers who fell in love at Cordova.
 
Down there,
under the weight of the sun, Cordova goes to sleep—
so many strange scents of leather and honey,
pepper and flowers,
meanwhile in the sky ...
 
the day fades
and how, in the blue shadows,
voices call out,
searching for other hearts.
 
You—we meet here again all three:
you, our love, and Cordova.
Very quietly—
to cradle me tonight
in your folded arms—
the guitars of Cordova will sing.
 
Down there, down there, down there ...
 

I Believe in Love

Love, you recall
our first date
together on the Thames, laughing for hours—
and, like old friends, parting in a moment—
and how our love saw Paris—
and then, in Milan and Rome, those dinners in cafes.
For those who love Italy, the country is poetry—
to end evenings by watching a movie together
and to give yet one more kiss with our parting word.
 
You know I had closed
this heart forever.
Love, you arrive,
and I believe in love.
 
Waking up in the morning to find you next to me—
to not be alone while drinking my coffee—
to understand the meaning of fear and nostalgia
as soon you have to go off to work.
These are things I haven't thought about for a long time.
The zest for life—you gave it back to me.
Ever since I met you and looked into your eyes,
I no longer can say 'I'—and I say only 'us.'
 
You know I had closed
this heart forever.
Love, you arrive,
and I believe in love.
 
Love, you remember the first date.
It seems to me like yesterday but yet it was so long ago.
Of the time I have left, I would give it
to be sure that you will never leave me.
Paris or London, I care no more.
I am your shadow—the world is me and you.
If we have a child one day, he will resemble both of us—
and the way I love you, he will certainly love you as well.
 
You know I had closed
this heart forever.
Love, you arrive,
and I believe in love.
 

Love, Forgive Me

Love, forgive me
if I am crying,
love, forgive me—
I understood that leaving you will be painful.
 
Love, kiss me.
I say goodbye to you,
my life, kiss me.
Keep thinking about me because it is true that I love you.
 
I remember that afternoon when I playfully kissed you.
If it seemed like a fling, I confess that I was wrong.
 
We kissed in silence
and I could pretend no more—
because I felt that, little by little, I had already fallen in love with you.
 
Love forgive me
if I am crying, love, forgive me—
I understood that leaving you will be painful.
 
Love, kiss me.
I say goodbye to you,
my life, kiss me.
Keep thinking about me because it is true that I love you.
I love you so—
I love you so.
 

Tony

Tony had a thorn in his heart
Tony was mad, mad for love
Tony has been already talking to himself for a while
 
Anny dreamt of being a diva
Tony was spending all his money on her
Anny was playing with his feelings
 
All his friends from the local bar
Were telling him: Tony, she is no longer yours
Forget about her, Anny isn't for your
 
But Tony cried, he wasn't listening
And he was losing every day at pool
Before that nobody could ever beat him
 
Love, love doesn't listen to reason
Sand gets in your eyes
Love, love turns into pain
If you love the one who will leave you
 
Tony would get up at five in the morning
Anny was waiting for her big chance
She left with a dream merchant
 
And when Tony saw them together
He listened his hands and not his reason
And how it ended I won't tell
 
This is a story, one out of many
A love story, a story of people
Who live in between dust and the stars
Always there
 
Love, love doesn't listen to reason
Sand gets in your eyes
Love, love turns into pain
If you love the one who will leave you (repeat)
 
Love, love doesn't listen to reason
Sand gets in your eyes
 

In the Streets of Bahia

Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
Go on the golden sand, dreaming under the palm trees,
to the love that calls you.
See the white sailing ships passing on the ocean
on their way from the West Indies.
See in the orange sky, the sun hiding itself
in the eyes of the girls.
 
In the country of samba—in the land of lovers—
for the festival of tobacco, go dance into the blue night.
 
Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
In the colorful crowd, you see the swirling
of lace petticoats.
To the rhythm of the tumba, chant the cries of joy—
love leads the dance.
And as the evening winds down, your heart beats fast
because the celebration is beginning.
 
In the country of samba—in the land of lovers—
for the festival of tobacco, go dance into the blue night.
 
Come to the streets of Bahia
and you will see how beautiful life is there.
Come with a girl on your arm and do not resist
the love that calls you.
 
In the land of samba—in the land of joyful people—
the sun will rise on two lovers—
on two lovers—
on two lovers.
 

She, Him, and the Other

Here we are—his ring is on my finger
and it will be there forevermore.
He loves me so much and yet before him
another was important in my life.
 
Here we are—my ring is on her finger
and I know that she does not love me.
But I love her and I want her to forget
that another has passed through her life.
 
Here they are—his ring is on her finger
and I know that she loves only me.
But today she has become nothing but a friend—
another has come into my life.
 
Oh, Lord—you who know what is in the past—
make it the past no longer.
And let the one who offers me happiness
tomorrow be the only one in my heart.
 
The only one—the only one in my heart.
 

To Fall Asleep As Usual

Ah, to fall asleep as usual and wake up the next day
under ten degrees of latitude with the sun everywhere.
 
In the shelter of a coconut tree, I will sleep on my back.
What use is working when it is so beautiful out?
All day long, it has been nice and warm.
To go swimming, I need only a necklace of flowers.
 
Ah, to fall asleep as usual and wake up the next day
under ten degrees of latitude with paradise for free.
 
A ukulele here, a small boat there—
and the singing of Bengali natives above all of that.
And why not all of the beautiful eyes that would fall on you—
how wonderful it must be to be in love down there.
 
But to fall asleep as usual … curled up in your arms …
happy as usual … it is still my greatest joy.
 
Ah, to fall asleep as usual.
 
Ah, to fall asleep as usual.
 
Ah, to fall asleep as usual.
 

Vieni Vieni Si

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la laaaaaaaaaa
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la laaaaaaaa
 
Quando viene la sera—
oh, vieni, vieni—
for you, for you, for you—I will be there!
 
Oh, vieni vieni qui, vieni vieni si, vieni vieni vieni si—
vieni if you love me as much as I love you or more than I love you.
Even if you love me much less than I love you,
vieni, vieni, vieni all the same—
I can when I want love for two—love for two.
 
Oh vieni vieni qui, vieni vieni si, vieni vieni here.
Vieni if you love me as much as I love you or more than I love you.
If you cannot live, live, live, live without me, without me, without me,
I will be there.
 
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la laaaaaaaaaa
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la laaaaaaaa
 
Even if you love me much less than I love you,
vieni, vieni, vieni all the same—
I can when I want love for two—love for two.
 
Vieni vieni qui, vieni vieni si, vieni vieni for life.
Vieni vieni qui, vieni vieni si for the entire life
Because I can not live oooooooh!
Live, live without you, without you, without you—live without you.
 

Tesoro Mio

If you come back to Napoli when the laurel blooms,
and the smell of Chianti fills the air—tesoro mio.
You will again see on the piazza all the friends who think of you,
who are waiting for you just like me—tesoro mio.
 
You can relive the blessed time when we danced into the night—
intertwined we went two by two to dream under the moon.
Guitars softly rocked us in the night sky
and my heart sang to you the most beautiful songs of Italy.
 
But one day you sailed off over the immense ocean to another country
and still, on these dancing waters, I see in them your arrival.
 
If you come back to Napoli when the laurel blooms,
and the smell of Chianti fills the air—tesoro mio.
In the streets, under banners, we will dance the farandole
swept away by the wild rounds—tesoro mio.
 
On boats, old fishermen will take our refrains to heart
and these songs will make eyes shine as if in an idyll.
If you come back to Napoli, with all my heart will I thank you—
and hand-in-hand we will go to a new destiny.
 
Tesoro mio, do not delay.
 
Tesoro mio, come back to me.
 

Oh! La La

I, who intended to stay unattached,
so as to never lose my freedom,
I suddenly managed to get myself caught,
and then without understanding at all how,
I fell head over heels in love.
 
Oh! la la, oh! la la
In my heart, I confess there is some damage.
Don’t tell me that he’s a great catch
since I am the one ruled with an iron fist.
Oh! la la, oh! la la
All of my friends hardly recognize me.
When you love, you can be a bit stupid
and I fit that definition perfectly.
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
 
Yes, pretty much as soon as I met him,
I bid my independence goodbye.
To fulfill his every whim,
I enslaved myself to him—
it’s madness what love has done to me.
 
Oh! la la, oh! la la
I am little more than a puppet in his hands.
I go, I come, I run, I am completely devoted—
and I do the cleaning and the dishes too!
Oh! la la, oh! la la
And the worst part is that while doing all of that—
I tell myself that life is beautiful
and that I would never change a thing.
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
 
But I would truly be very dishonest
if I were to stop my little ditty right now—
because apart from my enslavement,
I get fringe benefits—
and when I say fringe, do not ask!
 
Oh! la la, oh! la la
When at night he takes me in his arms
and whispers to me “I love you,”
it's as if paradise has arrived.
Oh! la la, oh! la la
I cannot quite tell you everything, pardon me.
But if you happen upon someone like him
in the field, do not hesitate:
love him, keep him, believe me!
Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
 

To Protect

To protect your heart, which is my reason to live,
to protect your heart and never have to suffer
the torment of every moment
when love runs like water between our fingers—
me, I would do anything at all.
 
To protect my strength and my inner light—
to protect my rights, I would renounce the earth—
whatever the price of the joys
that you give me night and day—
nothing is too much for my love.
 
I have so much happiness that sometimes my heart
is torn apart by a strange fear.
Fragility and insecurity suffocate my life that wants to scream.
 
To have you with me until my dying days—
to hear your voice up until my last hour.
The years can pass away—the entire world can drain away—
I will do whatever it takes—
to protect you.
 

Well Then

Well then—you, who believed yourself so strong—
you, who seemed so sure of yourself—
what is going on with you now?
 
Well then—suddenly you are getting carried away
and you see yourself already in his arms—
he who does not look twice at you.
 
Ah, forget him—him and the laugh in his eyes—
he who plays with your heart—
he and his victorious airs.
 
Have you gone blind?
Is your head up in the clouds?
I wish that I could awaken you—
but I can see that my advice
would go in one ear and then immediately
right out the other.
 
Have you gone blind?
Is your head up in the clouds?
I wish that I could awaken you—
but I can see that my advice
would go in one ear and then immediately
right out the other.
 

Por Favor

Por favor—do not hold me so tightly in your arms.
The time has not yet come to say
no, I adore you, no por favor.
What emotion—do not put me into such a state.
I feel your hand tremble in my fingers—
yes, and all that, yes, it's for me.
 
Yes, it's me, at least as long as it is not the cha-cha-cha—
because this is what it does to you, the cha-cha-cha—
in the middle of its swirling, I feel as if,
for a moment, that I am living a beautiful dream.
 
Por favor—I am at the point of losing my way.
There is in this cha-cha, something like a fire,
yes, something like a fire that devours you.
Let it burn, por favor.
 
Por favor—hold me in your arms yet even tighter.
Tell me before the dawn arrives
yes, I adore you, yes por favor.
What joy—now I tremble even more than you.
I feel as if I might do no matter what—
yes, for the night to go on and on.
 
It is not, I know that it is not the cha-cha-cha—
it is surely not the cha-cha-cha—
that makes our two hearts beat as one,
drunk on their joie de vivre.
 
Por favor—hold me in your arms yet even tighter—
and swear to me that we will be as one, me—
you and me until death do us part.
 
And kiss me, por favor.
 
And kiss me, por favor.
 
And kiss me, por favor.
 

I Wait for Him

I wait for him while crying.
My friends, oh, tell him that I wait for him.
I understand it all now.
Tell him that I am tired of waiting.
 
Dreaming night and day—
reliving the sweet moments of our love—
heartfelt regrets—
yes, I have many and that is why I cry.
 
Will he forgive me? I do not know.
The harm I did to him, it came back to me.
What madness—it's too late.
In my heart, nothing is left except despair.
 
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
 
I wait for him but I am afraid.
I understand that I had to break his heart.
Can he forget that? Will he come someday?
I do not know.
 
Tell him that I wait for him. He can come.
Tell him that I understand that he must suffer.
What madness to hope
and I cry out in my pain to call out for him.
 
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
 
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
La la la, la la la, lai lo, la la la, la la la, lai lo
Tell him that I wait for him.
 

A date every night

A date every night
as the sun sets
when together we can watch
the night awaken
and we'll say softly
all the words that we don't write to each other
A date every night
as the sun sets
 
I think of you often
I'm bored when I'm away from you
And when the spring comes
I am too alone without you
But my heart is full of hope
Because we meet every night
In a little corner of the sky
as the sun sets
 
Who knows when you'll come back to me
And who knows if we'll see each other again
Yet deep inside me
I know, I know, I know
Oh, nothing has changed
And from now on, you'll be next to me
Right next to me
 
A date every night
as the sun sets
when together we can watch
the night awaken
and we'll say softly
all the words that we don't write to each other
A date every night
as the sun sets
 
Who knows when you'll come back to me
And who knows if we'll see each other again
Yet deep inside me
I know, I know, I know
Oh, nothing has changed
And from now on, you'll be next to me
Right next to me
 
~ ~
 
A date every night
as the sun sets
Who knows when you'll come back to me
And who knows if we'll see each other again
Yet deep inside me
I know, I know, I know
Oh, nothing has changed
And from now on, you'll be next to me
Right next to me
 
A date every night
as the sun sets
when together we can watch
the night awaken
and we'll say softly to each other
all the words...
 

Ciao, Ciao, My Love

Ciao, ciao, ciao, baby, ciao!
 
If you go away—if you leave me,
do not forget me—come back fast.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
 
I have sobs—in my chest.
I cry out loud—my soul hurts.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
 
But when we get affectionate—
affectionate like both of us—
no need to worry,
all is fixed by a kiss.
 
When you go away—when you leave me—
there in my arms—you come back fast.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return
 
Ciao, ciao, ciao, baby, ciao!
 
With fervor—I read your letters.
For my happiness—that is my well-being.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
 
I want my hand in your hand
and my heart close to yours.
When I sleep in your arms
nothing is worth more to me than that—ah—ah—
 
I will be there—on the high road
because you will come back—without any doubt.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, my love—
I await your return.
 

Arm in Arm

Happy as two sparrows on the same branch—
happy as lovers at a Sunday dance—
happy as two schoolboys on a day of vacation—
 
Every day that God makes, our joys begin anew
and when we are in love, our love smells good
like a sheet dried in winds of lavender—
tasty as fruit sampled in the winds of the harvest—
and as long as it lasts, that’s how long we will stroll
 
Your arm in my arm, on our bare arms—
your arm in my arm, cheek to cheek—
we could not ask for more.
 
Happy as two sparrows on the same branch—
happy as lovers at a Sunday dance—
happy as two schoolboys on a day of vacation—
 
Every day that God makes, our joys begin anew
and when we love each other, our love smells good
like a sheet dried in winds of lavender—
good as fruit crushed in the winds of the harvest.
When we reach one hundred years old, we will both feel like twenty
 
Your arm in my arm, aching all over—
your arm in my arm, cheek to cheek—
we could not ask for more.
 

Kad bih mogla da jednog dana ponovo živim svoj život

Kad bih mogla da jednog dana ponovo živim svoj život
Zaboravila bih trenutke kad sam nekada plakala
Ponovo bih sagradila ono što sam srušila
I spalila bih stare tuge
na ponoćnoj vatri
 
Kad bih mogla da jednog dana ponovo živim svoj život
Na ruševinama svog bednog boemskog života
Zasigurno bih ti rekla da te volim
Tebi, kome nikada to nisam rekla
 
Kad bih mogla da jednog dana ponovo živim svoj život
Unajmila bih neki ogromni brod
Da ukrcam sve one koje volim ovde
Zaboravljajući sve nebitne ljude
Među onim što zaboravljam
 
Na ovom sudbonosnom dugačkom putu
Ti ćeš biti kapetan
Krenućemo na najduže putovanje
birajući da krenemo u zoru
kad bih mogla da ponovo živim za ljubav
 

All of the Love

(ya ya ya ya—ya ya ya ya—ya ya ya ya—ya ya ya ya)
 
All of the love I have for you
is burning like a fire.
It is grand and full of bursts—
it is so good to be happy.
 
My cries of joy—
I owe them to you
because everything for me
is only for you.
 
Even when you're not here,
I feel you present—
truly present.
 
All of the love I have for you
grows stronger
each and every day.
I believe that it will last
for as long as we live—
forevermore.
 
What an obsession—
what passion.
I speak your name
very low, very low
 
At the slightest sound of your footsteps,
my heart beats—
my heart pounds.
 
I want to shout
to the whole world
that there is nothing that can
break us apart.
 
All of the love I have for you—
it really is
all for me.
 

From the Moment We Fell in Love

You have only one treasure—that you are just twenty.
You live only on dreams and what is trendy.
I lead with you a bohemian life
and we do not even have a penny between us.
 
That has not mattered from the moment we fell in love—
it seems to be obligatory to fall in love fast.
Thanks to your kisses, I forgot all about holding back.
You—you did the same, from the moment we fell in love.
 
In our sixth floor attic, high above the ground,
we live meagerly like two sparrows—
and when the winter suddenly lets loose,
if the cold bothers us, we hardly complain at all.
 
That has not mattered from the moment we fell in love—
if there is ice on the window panes—
snuggled in your arms, my arms wrapped around you—
you come back to me no matter what, from the moment we fell in love.
 
In order to impress me, you pretend to be a jack of all trades—
but you are hard-pressed to drive a nail.
Me, for my part, since anything exasperates you,
out of fear of doing wrong, I do nothing at all.
 
It does not matter if, among my New Year gifts,
you can never give me jewels,
a bouquet of violets, or even some marjoram—
it pleases me no matter what, from the moment we fell in love.
 
We often pass for true bohemians—
what does that matter after all is said and done—
because life for us is no longer a problem
from the moment we fell in love—
from the moment we fell in love.
 

Now

Now that your eyes dare
to view me as an insolent dream.
Now that love has its place
next to me—I love you more than before.
 
Forsaking all comedies
without shame, I tell you very simply that
if love is to fetter our lives
now—let it be now.
 
And tomorrow our reunited souls
will love one another a little more each day—
amazed by all that binds us
one to another in this first love
 
Discovering at last the great mystery
of all those who one day, like us,
have lived as one on this earth
until forever in order to create love.
 
Now.
 
Now.
 

Love Me

Love me, my love, love me.
Hear my prayer, you who mean everything to me.
Hold me gently in your arms.
Do not leave me alone—you do not have the right.
Without you I am nothing but a lonely child—
nothing but a lost child forgotten on this earth.
 
Love me, I need you so much.
My life is futile if you do not love me.
 
Do not let us waste time making promises to one another.
Kiss me, kiss me, and keep me safe close to you.
 
Love me, my love, love me.
It makes sense to be in love because we are made just for that.
Hold me, hold me in your arms.
I do not even want to know where you will lead me—
but there you will teach me how good it is to live
these moments of delirium where the heart is set free.
 
Love me, my love, love me—
and if you are nothing but a dream, do not awaken me.
 

Sorry

Sorry for all of the hours
that toll in your house
simply for you to cry—
for you to cry out my name.
Sorry for so much youth—
for so many dreams—destroyed
for this tick-tock of sadness
that beats out day and night.
 
Sorry for all this pain—
these memories that chain you
to a past so rich in joy—
forgive me if you love me.
You see, I am afraid and I tremble
at never being able to give back
all of the love that my heart received
when we were together.
 
Sorry from the bottom of my heart
for every single teardrop
that trailed down your cheeks—
those tracks prove me guilty.
Sorry that I implore you
like the God we adore
and to whom we return on our knees—
sorry if you still love me—
sorry if you still love me—
forgive me if you love me.
 

Goodbye Sir, My Love

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Goodbye sir, my love.
 
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Goodbye sir, my love.
 
Goodbye sir, this is perhaps just a “see you later”—
out of our goodbye, another love could be reborn—
he who parts, abandoning the one he loves
by saying 'see you later,' knows perhaps it means goodbye .
 
Maybe until tomorrow, maybe until forever,
goodbye sir, my love.
Maybe until tomorrow, it is you that I loved—
goodbye sir, my love.
 
Here is my heart—pack it in your luggage.
It is a flower that I plucked from my corsage.
If by chance you keep it safe in your travels,
then this is only a “see you later”
even if I still tell you goodbye.
 
Maybe until tomorrow, maybe until forever,
goodbye sir, my love.
 
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
 

Rendez-vous at Le Lavandou

Tonight, the sea and the sky have had a rendez-vous
to create an unreal world at Le Lavandou.
And, on the golden beach, where the sand is very soft,
the sky sleeps on the sea cheek to cheek.
 
What matters to me such a beautiful night, bursting with a thousand lights—if I cannot see it in your eyes?
What matters to me if the wind whispers the sweetest words—
when my heart awaits them only from you?
 
Tonight, the sea and the sky have had a rendez-vous
to make an unreal world just for us.
 
The town lines the beach with a necklace of dreams—
its thousand diamonds and its soul reflect the image
of a cloudless sky sparkling with silver.
All those around me seem to be drunk on life—
but I alone am sad—however …
 
Tonight, the sea and the sky have had a rendez-vous
to make an unreal world just for us.
And on the wet sand with a final swirl—
shudder and die my obliterated dreams—my foolish dreams.
 

My Stranger, My Love

Who are you?
A stranger, my love—
you, the friend of a single day,
my love, who are you?
Who are you for having erased
from my past loves
all of my damaged dreams?
 
Who are you?
A stranger, my friend—
I think that you are forgetting me
but there is nothing to lose.
Do you know
that I count the days
to wait for you always,
my stranger, my love?
 
Before you, I did not exist.
Before you, nothing happened.
After you, nothing will exist.
After you, there will be nothing more.
 
Who are you?
A stranger, my love—
you, the friend of a single day,
my love, who are you?
Who are you for having erased
from my past loves
all of my damaged dreams?
 
Who are you?
A stranger, my friend—
I think you're forgetting me
but there is nothing to lose.
Do you know
that I count the days
to wait for you always,
my stranger, my love?