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Italiano
Il primo amore,

Sarà per sempre il più bello

Il primo amore sarà per sempre per il più forte

All' orizzonte quando il cielo s’oscura,

Non ce ne accorgiamo

Il primo amore si vive solo una volta

Il primo sguardo

Rimane dentro i miei sogni

Il primo sguardo rimane

Dentro il mio cuore

Nei nostri occhi tante, tante promesse

Che un battito di ciglia

Può dare abbastanza amore per l'eternità

Il primo bacio

Sarà per sempre il più dolce

Il primo bacio

Sarà per sempre il più vero

Quando dobbiamo lasciarci le mani,

Quando dobbiamo dirci ciao

Allora « A domani » suona come « Addio »

Il Primo amore si vive

Mmh.... (improvvisazione)
Solo una volta


Français

Le premier amour
Sera pour toujours le plus beau
Le premier amour sera pour toujours le plus fort
A l’horizon quand le ciel s’obscurcit,
On ne s’en aperçoit pas
Mais le premier amour ne se vit qu’une seule fois.

Le premier regard
Reste dans mes rêves
Le premier regard reste
Dans mon coeur
Dans nos yeux tant, tant de promesses
Qu’un seul battement de cil
Peut donner assez d’amour pour l’éternité.

Le premier baiser
Sera pour toujours le plus doux
Le premier baiser
Sera pour toujours le plus sincère
Quand nos mains se séparent
Quand nous devons nous dire au revoir
Alors «
à demain
» sonne comme «
adieu
».


English

The first love
Will always be the finest
The first love
Will always be the deepest
On the horizon as the sky is fading
We don’t realize it
But the first love only lives once.

The first look
Stays in my dreams
The first look

Stays in my heart
In our eyes, so many, so many promesses
That one blink of an eye
Can give enough love for eternity.

The first kiss
Will always be the sweetest
The first kiss
Will always be the more sincere
When our hands part
When we must say goodbyes
Then “goodbye” sounds “adieu”.

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news

La vie n'est pas facile, pour une gamine de seize ansqui n'a plus de famille, et encor' moins d'argent,Elle coup' et coud toute la semaine à l'atelier des mouchoirs,mais le dimanche elle est reine de la danse au bal du soir.

Tourne vire, virevolte, la belle d'un pied léger,tourne vire, virevolte, c'est venu le temps d'aimer.

Elle a jolie frimousse, et le coeur innocent,des rêves qui la poussent vers un prince charmant,et c'est en mai qu'il lui arrive, l'invite pour un pas de deux
D'une valse il l'enivre et les voilà amoureux.

Ils se sont mariés, ont brûlé la belle saisonla guerre est déclarée, il doit par-tir au front!A la gare ils se quittent en agitant leur mou-choir,"Je reviendrai bien vit' et je t'écrirai chaque soir"

Sur le chemin des Dames, le voilà soudain foudroyé,elle n'a pas assez de larmes pour son malheur noyer,mais pour la vie jolie grisette tu ne peux t'enfermer,
dimanche à la guinguette tu retourneras danser.


English translation :
Twirl

Life is not easy for a girl of sixteenWho’s got no family and no moneyShe cuts and sews all week long in the handkerchief factoryBut on Sundays she is the queen of the ball
Spin, turn, twirl, the light-footed beautySpin, turn, twirl, the time has come to love
She has a cute little face, and a pure heartDreaming of her prince charmingAnd in May he arrives, invites her to a pas de deuxWith a waltz he steals her heart, and they are lovers
They got married, lived life to the full,
war is declared, he must leave for the frontat the station they say their goodbyes waving the handkerchiefs“I’ll be back soon, and I’ll write every night
On the Chemin des Dames, he is suddenly struckShe has not enough tears to drown her sadness,But don’t lock yourself away pretty girlNext Sunday you will be back dancing at the guinguette.