Текст и перевод песни Francis Cabrel feat. Umberto Tozzi - Petite marie (stella d'amore)

Petite marie (stella d'amore)

Petite Marie, je parle de toi
Parce qu'avec ta petite voix
Tes petites manies, tu as versé sur ma vie
Des milliers de roses
Tu piccola furia io vivo per te da sempre come anni fa
Ma ora siamo al riparo sotto un cielo più grande di un milione di rose
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour
Petite Marie, je me bats pour toi,
Pour que dans dix mille ans de ça
On se retrouve à l'abri,
Sous un ciel aussi joli
Que des milliers de roses.
Tu piccola furia hai detto che questo anello guarirà una vita
Ma anche il sole d'agosto non riscalda il tuo posto e piange con me
Lo vengo da cielo e le stelle tra solo parlan solo di te
Da musicista scivolando le mani sul tuo corpo sarà
Di un nostro amore un grande paradiso
Dans la pénombre de ta rue
Petite Marie, m'entends-tu?
Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir...
Dice che tornerà così la notte che passerai da qui
Quando ci vedrà per mano correre
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour

Petite Marie (Stella d'Amore)

My little Marie, I'm talking about you,
Because with your little voice
Your little quirks, you've showered my life
With thousands of roses
My little fury, I've always lived for you like years ago
But now we're sheltered under a sky bigger than a million roses
I come from the sky and the stars among them
Only talk about you
About a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around
My little Marie, I fight for you,
So that in ten thousand years from now
We will find ourselves sheltered,
Under a sky as beautiful
Like thousands of roses.
My little fury, you said that this ring will heal a life
But even the August sun doesn't warm your place and cries with me
I come from the sky and the stars among themselves only talk about you
As a musician, letting my hands slide over your body will be
Of our love a great paradise
In the semi-darkness of your street
My little Marie, can you hear me?
I can't wait anymore for you to leave...
He says that he will return so the night you pass by here
When he sees us run hand in hand
I come from the sky and the stars among them
Only talk about you
About a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around