Gianni Morandi - Belinda - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Gianni Morandi - Belinda




Belinda
Belinda
Bella Belinda è innamorata
My gorgeous Belinda is in love
Parla da sola con l′insalata
She's talking to herself over a salad
E non guarda il piatto, ma la finestra
And she's not even looking at her plate, her eyes are on the window
Scende una lacrima nella minestra
A tear falls into her soup
Gioca col pane, bella Belinda
My beautiful Belinda is playing with her bread
Fa le palline con la mollica
She's making little balls out of the crumbs
Nel suo bicchiere, bella Belinda
In her glass, my beautiful Belinda
Lei vede i suoi occhi pieni d'amore
Sees her own eyes full of love
E mille pensieri come farfalle
And a thousand thoughts flitting like butterflies
E mille carezze sui suoi capelli
And a thousand caresses running through her hair
E brividi dolci lungo le spalle
And a sweet thrill running down her spine
E più è innamorata e più si fa bella
The more she's in love, the more beautiful she becomes
È unica al mondo, bella Belinda
She's one of a kind, my beautiful Belinda
Scende le scale come volando
She descends the stairs as if she's flying
È da romanzo, bella Belinda
She's like a character from a novel, my beautiful Belinda
Vive l′amore e salta il pranzo
She's so in love, she forgets to eat
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda
E quando fa notte, bella Belinda
And when the night falls, my beautiful Belinda
Si copre tutta fino ai capelli
Pulls the covers up to her head
No, non è il vento, bella Belinda
No, it's not the wind, my beautiful Belinda
Sono i sospiri di chi ti pensa
It's the sighs of the one who's thinking of you
E mille pensieri come farfalle
And a thousand thoughts flitting like butterflies
E mille carezze sui suoi capelli
And a thousand caresses running through her hair
E brividi dolci lungo le spalle
And a sweet thrill running down her spine
E più è innamorata e più si fa bella
The more she's in love, the more beautiful she becomes
E bella Belinda è innamorata
And my beautiful Belinda is in love
Parla da sola con l'insalata
She's talking to herself over a salad
E non guarda il piatto, ma la finestra
And she's not even looking at her plate, her eyes are on the window
Scende una lacrima nella minestra
A tear falls into her soup
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda
Belinda, Belinda, Belinda, Belinda





Writer(s): Chris Andrews


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