Paroles et traduction Tosca - Le troisieme artificier (feat. Cyrille Aimée)

Le troisieme artificier (feat. Cyrille Aimée)

Gira volta gira volta volta gira vola
Volta gira gira volta gira volta vola
Pieno di brillanti è il mare
Dove all'orizzonte non s'arriva mai
Ricco di profumi il fango sulle ortiche
Al sole che tramonterà
Gira volta gira volta volta gira vola
Volta gira gira volta gira volta vola
Zucchero limone e neve
Presa sopra i tetti di tanti anni fa
Notte dopo notte mamma ancora cantera'

Le jour où tu es née pour moi naquit un amour
Des tas d'étoiles changèrent de couleurs pour toujours
Pirouette et vole a' l'infini
Cette ritournelle se répètera
Sur les notes d'un vieux piano à bretelles
La fête encore arrivera

Passe le saint, le saint passe
Regarde comme il est beau
Chantent toutes les femmes en coeur
Regarde comme il est beau
Un frisson de soutane
Pendant que sang et cire coulent de la sainteté
Poissons frits et baccalas brulent dans la cheminée

C'era una bambina con le sue scarpine blu
Vestitino a fiori
Ed i suoi occhi a guardar su
Un colpo scuro e il fumo nell'azzurro se ne va
Mais (et) l'enfant gigote avec ses chaussons bleus clairs
Fais la pirouette bras ouverts et nez en l'air
La fanfare, les cuivres, les tambours vont commencer

Zoum para para zoum para para zoum pa pa
Et zoum paraparapa zoum paraparapa zoum pa pa
Les orchestres, les manèges, les kiosques
Et les jeux de lumières, pa pa
Noccioline torroncini lecca lecca palloncini zum pa pa

E zum para para zum para para zum pa pa
E zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa
Brillantina dopobarba sigarette trombe fiati e putipù
Boucles d'oreilles, pendentifs,
Colliers de perles et ce n'est pas tout

Ll y avait une enfant et ses chaussons bleus clairs
Une jolie robe à fleurs et ses yeux bien en l'air
Un coup sombre et la fumée dans le ciel haut s'en va
Ruotava la bambina
Con le sue scarpine blu
Gira gira volta
Braccia aperte e naso in su
E la banda andava piano piano a cominciar

Des fausses notes
Va-et-vient de naïveté
Les gens se parfumaient de sueur et dignité

Il terzo fuochista
L'artista quotato di più
Sparò i suoi colori nel cielo
E nel silenzio vennero giù
Or, turquoise, amarante
Corail, émeraude et café
L'enfant sous un ciel d'orient
Regarde la vie et l'amour qui est né

Un due tre
Tre colpi a finire e la notte tornò
Depuis lors elle se mit à rêver
Et ces couleurs pour toujours les a emportées

The Third Firework Maker (feat. Cyrille Aimée)

Turn around, turn around, turn around, spin and fly
Spin, turn around, turn around, spin and fly
The sea is full of diamonds
Where the horizon is never reached
The mud on the nettles is rich with scents
In the sun that will set
Turn around, turn around, turn around, spin and fly
Spin, turn around, turn around, spin and fly
Sugar, lemon and snow
Taken from the rooftops of so many years ago
Night after night, mama will still sing

The day you were born, a love was born for me
Heaps of stars changed their colors forever
Pirouette and fly to infinity
This refrain will repeat itself
On the notes of an old piano with straps
The party will still arrive

The saint passes, the saint passes
Look how beautiful he is
All the women sing in unison
Look how beautiful he is
A shiver of a cassock
While blood and wax flow from holiness
Fried fish and cod burn in the fireplace

There was a little girl with her little blue shoes
A floral dress
And her eyes looking up
A dark shot and the smoke goes away in the blue
But (and) the child wriggles with her light blue slippers
Do the pirouette with open arms and nose in the air
The fanfare, the brass, the drums will begin

Zoum para para zoum para para zoum pa pa
And zoum paraparapa zoum paraparapa zoum pa pa
The orchestras, the carousels, the kiosks
And the light shows, pa pa
Peanuts, nougats, lollipops, balloons, zum pa pa

And zum para para zum para para zum pa pa
And zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa
Glitter, aftershave, cigarettes, trumpets, wind instruments and putipù
Earrings, pendants,
Pearl necklaces and that's not all

There was a child and her light blue slippers
A pretty floral dress and her eyes well in the air
A dark shot and the smoke goes away in the high sky
The little girl was spinning
With her little blue shoes
Turn around, turn around
Open arms and nose up
And the band was slowly starting

Wrong notes
Coming and going of naivety
People perfumed themselves with sweat and dignity

The third firework maker
The most quoted artist
Shot his colors in the sky
And in the silence they came down
Gold, turquoise, amaranth
Coral, emerald and coffee
The child under an oriental sky
Look at life and the love that was born

One, two, three
Three shots to finish and the night returned
Since then she began to dream
And she has taken these colors forever