Βαρκαρόλα - Βικιπαίδεια
Βαρκαρόλα
Μουσική: Σταύρου Ξαρχάκου,
Στίχοι : Βαγγέλης Γκούφας
Φούσκωσε αγέρι τα πανιά
και πάρε τα όνειρα μου
πάρε και τη καρδιά μου
δεν την μπορώ την ερημιά
Γυαλό γυαλό πού θα με πας
πού θα με ταξιδέψεις
και τι θα μου γυρέψεις
αφού το ξέρω μ' αγαπάς
Offenbach: Les Contes d'Hoffmann: Barcarolle
Belle nuit, ô nuit d'amour,
Souris à nos ivresses !
Nuit plus douce que le jour !
O belle nuit d'amour !
Le temps fuit et sans retour
Emporte nos tendresses ;
Loin de cet heureux séjour
Le temps fuit sans retour !
Zéphyrs embrasés.
Versez-nous vos caresses !
Zéphyrs embrasés.
Donnez-nous vos baisers !
Belle nuit, ô nuit d'amour,
Souris à nos ivresses !
Nuit plus douce que le jour !
O belle nuit d'amour !
Tom Waits - "Barcarolle" - YouTube
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Στίχοι
Barcarolle - Tom Waits
A cloud lets go of the moon
Her ribbons are all out of tune
She is skating on the ice
In a glass in the hands of a man
Her ribbons are all out of tune
She is skating on the ice
In a glass in the hands of a man
That she kissed on the train
And the children are all gone into town
To get candy and we are alone in the house here
And your eyes fall down on me
And the children are all gone into town
To get candy and we are alone in the house here
And your eyes fall down on me
And I belong only to you
The water is filling my shoes
In the wine of my heart there's a stone
In a well made of bone
That you bring to the pond
The water is filling my shoes
In the wine of my heart there's a stone
In a well made of bone
That you bring to the pond
And I'm here in your pocket
Curled up in a dollar
And the chain from your watch around my neck
And I'll stay right here until it's time
Curled up in a dollar
And the chain from your watch around my neck
And I'll stay right here until it's time
The girls all knit in the shade
Before the baby is made
And the branches bend down
To the ground here to swing on
Before the baby is made
And the branches bend down
To the ground here to swing on
I'm lost in the blond summer grass
And the train whistle blows
And the carnival goes
'Til there's only the tickets and crows here
And the grass will all grow back
And the train whistle blows
And the carnival goes
'Til there's only the tickets and crows here
And the grass will all grow back
And the branches spell 'Alice'
And I belong only to you
And I belong only to you
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