Tazenda - Fortza Paris - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Tazenda - Fortza Paris




Fortza Paris
Fortza Paris
Ae, ae, fuimus attesu dae custu chelu
Hold on, hold on, darling, we have endured enough under this sorry sky
Ae, sonamus: su nie chere' unu "passu torrau"
Honey, we sound like just another sad and sorry excuse
Malas noas sunt isettande
Our woes are there before us
Malas noas sunt minettande
Our woes are there to be eased
Bonas noas? Cuadas in su coro 'e coro meu
Our hopes? Hidden away in the depths of my heart
Fortza paris, diciosa, longa e mala s'andala est
Fortza paris, my darling, the road ahead is long and treacherous
Fortza paris, durche isposa, lassamus su coro in s'Est
Fortza paris, my dear bride, let us leave our hearts behind in the East
Malas noas pro su laore
Our woes are for the work
Malas noas: mancu unu frore
Our woes: not so much as a flower
Bonas noas? Liadas in sa notte 'e notte mea
Our hopes? Bound together in the dark depths of my heart
Chimbe chidas, chimbe...
Five keys, five...
Pro arribare ube?
To take us where?
Ma si t'indeosas
But if you are weary
Est un'atera cosa
Then it is another thing altogether
Amus a colare asie
Let us fly away from here
Liberos che duas aes
As free as two birds
Malas noas nocche imbenujant
Our woes are there to help us
Malas noas nocche distruint
Our woes are there to destroy us
Bonas noas? Dormidas in su coro 'e coro meu
Our hopes? Hidden away in the depths of my heart
Duas dies, duas...
Two days, two...
Luidas animas
Your soul shines bright
Ei si ch'indeosamus
Oh and if we tire
Tando bi semus
Then we’ll be there
Amus a colare asie
Let us fly away from here
Liberos che duas aes
As free as two birds
Fortza paris, ae, ae, bolamusu in chelos noos
Fortza paris, my darling, we will soar through the new skies
Fortza paris, eande, eande, sighimus destinos noos
Fortza paris, come on, come on, we will follow new destinies
Fortza paris, ae, ae, bolamusu in chelos noos
Fortza paris, my darling, we will soar through the new skies
Fortza paris, eande, eande, sighimus destinos noos
Fortza paris, come on, come on, we will follow new destinies
Malas noas sunt morigande
Our woes are there to die
Malas noas sunt olvidande
Our woes are there to be forgotten
Bonas noas? Ischidadas dae su sole 'e sole meu
Our hopes? Shining brightly from the depths of my soul





Writer(s): Luigi Marielli


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