L'usignolo ha gia cantato l'erba del mio prato brilla gia la campana del mattino tutta la mia gente sveglia gia un contadino se ne va nei campi a lavorar
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La, la la la la la la Ma mignonne mignonnette, Emmene-le dans ta maison, Cache-le dans ta cachette ;
(Leonard Cohen and Anjani Thomas) [Dedicated to Carl Anderson (1945-2004)] I built my house beside the wood So I could hear you singing And it was sweet
(Jackson Browne) [Recorded by the Eagles, 1972] I'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want
By Eric Maschwitz & Manning Sherwin That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a
Nightingale Sing us a song Of a love that once belonged Nightingale Tell me your tale Was your journey far too long? Does it seem like I'm looking
How strange it was, how sweet and strange There was never a dream to compare With that hazy, crazy night we met When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Es sang die Nachtigall ein Lied Und jedes Leid der Welt verging Noch heute wird das alte Marchen erzahlt Doch Das Lied Der Nachtigall Verga? die Welt
Before the morning comes, will I hear your song Come little nightingale, I won't be here for long When you're up there flying, do you care If there's
And I will flail under these lights that seep down from the bitter sky tonight and I will kick and beat my wrists together and feel an ocean breathing
Yesterday I thought that I walked alone And that love was just a memory But a nightingale followed me back home And my love was waiting there for me
Dyin' mama barely breathin' in a bed of nails To wander through the ruin smokin' and pale Came upon an angel and a nightingale Back where the darkness
Sunrise and I see her eyes, oh why'd you come, and oh why? Eternally break the spell, I try to tell, but I don't. Oh nightingale, oh nightingale, Oh
Like some night bird, homeward wingin' He seeks the sheltered nest Like the sailor's lost horizon He needs some place to rest The songs that he's been
Love burns in a young man's heart, He would give her the moon and the stars, And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms; To the Ball
I'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want to let them roll I'm gonna make it to the light
Lyrics by Eric Maschwitz, music by Manning Sherwin When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell, Songbirds sing; winter turns to spring. Every
Překlad: Hugues Aufray. Angličtina Slavík.