Текст и перевод песни Tony Carreira feat. Michel Fugain - Um Simples Romance (une belle histoire)

Um Simples Romance (une belle histoire)

C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire,
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui.
Il rentrait chez lui, là haut vers le brouillard,
Elle descendait, dans le midi,
Le midi,

De repente o mundo são dois corações
Era a dona de mais esiste, o cizento não e tão triste.

Viver su momento sem a ver depois,
E para se que tempo para, pra não ver a chegar amanha.

Um simples romance,
Uma historia de amor,
Comenzo asim, sem avisar,

Se sont racontés leurs vies qui commençaient,
Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants.
Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin,
Sur l'autoroute des vacances, c'était sans doute un jour de chance.

Viver su momento sem a ver depois,
Comme on cueille la providence
évitant de penser au lendemain.

C'est un beau roman,
C'est une belle histoire,
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui.
Il rentrait chez lui, là haut, vers le brouillard,
Elle descendait dans le midi,
Le midi.

De repente o mundo são dois corações
Era a dona de mais esiste, o cizento não e tão triste.

Ils reprirent alors chacun, leur chemin,
Saluèrent la providence, en se faisant un signe de la main.

C'est un beau roman,
C'est une belle histoire,
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui.

A Simple Romance (a beautiful story)

This is a beautiful novel, it is a beautiful story,
It is a romance of today.
He was returning home, there up towards the fog,
She was going down, in the south,
The south,

Suddenly the world is two hearts
She was the owner of more exists, the gray is not so sad.

Live the moment without seeing what comes after,
And so that time stops, so as not to see tomorrow arrive.

A simple romance,
A love story,
It started like this, without warning,

They told each other their lives that were beginning,
They were still only children, children.
Who had found themselves on the side of the road,
On the vacation highway, it was doubtless a lucky day.

Live the moment without seeing what comes after,
Like we gather the providence
avoiding thinking of tomorrow.

This is a beautiful novel,
It is a beautiful story,
It is a romance of today.
He was returning home, there up towards the fog,
She was going down, in the south,
The south.

Suddenly the world is two hearts
She was the owner of more exists, the gray is not so sad.

They then each took their own path again,
Saluted providence, waving to each other.

This is a beautiful novel,
It is a beautiful story,
It is a romance of today.