Paroles et traduction Bligg - Rosalie - Sir Colin Remix

Rosalie - Sir Colin Remix

Rosalie oh Rosalie was wär die Wält ohni sie?
Sie setzt im Kafi Rex ond dänkt a ehri gmeinsami Ziit
Met ehrem Ex. Doch er esch weg. Es send scho zwei Johr verbi.
Sie esch nie rechtig dröber wäg cho, resigniert vor sech hi.
E Träne flügt in Espresso. Öber ehres Gsecht hanged d Haar.
En attraktive Typ setzt sich an Tesch ond sprecht si a.
Hallo. Sie luegt aphatisch empor ond esch wie troffe vom Bletz
För d Rosalie eschs d Liebi of de erschti Bleck.

Rosalie, die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie oh Rosalie sie fühlt sich im Paradies.
Er esch ehre vertraut ond alles stoht stell rond om sie.
Setre halbe Ewigkeit het niemer metre gflirted.
Er get ehre Komplimänt bes sie sich schämt ond völlig errötet.
Er frög sie nach em Name. Ond sie seit: Rosalie.
Ond er seit: Log mi amor ich han e Rose för dich.
Das esch zwar nett aber ich chas onmöglech anä.
Mer känned eus grad mol paar Minute, ond ich hoff du verstasch es.

Rosalie, die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Sie nemmt die Rose a ond seit: Wie chan ich der nome danke?
Er heb en offni Hand entgege: Es machi nome foif Franke.
Das esch mies, das esch fies. I ha gmeint sie seig för mich.
Er stoht uf. Uf Wiederseh ond lauft zum Tesch visavis.
Hallo höbschi Frau. Wie esch ehre Name?

Melanie die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie

Rosalie - Sir Colin Remix

Rosalie oh Rosalie what would the world be without you?
She sits in the Cafe Rex and thinks of your shared past
With your ex, but he's gone, it's been two years now.
She has never really gotten over it, resigned to herself.
A tear flies into the espresso, her hair hangs over her face.
An attractive guy sits down at the table and speaks to her.
Hello, she looks up apathetically and is as if struck by lightning.
For Rosalie it's love at first sight.

Rosalie, the roses are for you mi amor.
You look so sad as if someone had died.
How can that be, a pretty woman with eyes like yours.
So completely alone on a Sunday morning.

Rosalie oh Rosalie she feels like she's in paradise.
He is so familiar to her and everything around her stands still.
For half an eternity no one has flirted with her.
He gives her compliments until she is embarrassed and completely blushing.
He asks her name, and she says: Rosalie.
And he says: Trust me mi amor I have a rose for you.
That's very nice but I can't possibly accept it.
We've only known each other a few minutes, and I hope you understand.

Rosalie, the roses are for you mi amor.
You look so sad as if someone had died.
How can that be, a pretty woman with eyes like yours.
So completely alone on a Sunday morning.

She takes the rose and says: How can I thank you?
He holds out an open hand: It only costs five francs.
That's mean, that's nasty, I thought it was for me.
He gets up, goodbye, and walks to the table opposite.
Hello beautiful woman, what's your name?

Melanie the roses are for you mi amor.
You look so sad as if someone had died.
How can that be, a pretty woman with eyes like yours.
So completely alone on a Sunday morning?

Rosalie the roses are for you mi amor.
You look so sad as if someone had died.
How can that be, a pretty woman with eyes like yours.
So completely alone on a Sunday morning.

Rosalie.