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Fabrizio De André - Giugno 73 (traducere în Engleză) traducere în Engleză Your mother is really mad with me Because I'm married and furthermore, I sing But I sing quite well and I don't know if your mother Is just as good at being ashamed of me. The magpie I gifted you Died, and your sister cried, Sadly on that day they didn't sell any flowers That day they only sold talking magpies. And I hoped the bird would've taught your mother How to tell me "Hi, how are you?" Nothing as hard as singing I'm the one who does that, as you know. My friends are all very polite towards you But they dress a bit weird You suggest me to find them a tailor and you ask me "Are these the best ones we could find tonight?" And now you laugh and you pour a spoonful of mimosa In the funnel of your untied cuff. My friends shook your hand, I go with them, their journey brings them a bit further. And now you wait for a more trusted love I already gave away your lighter, you know I did the same with those two elephant hairs They used to chill my blood I gave them to a passerby. And everything else just comes by itself Your "Help me"s will still be answered I tell myself it was better to break up Than never to have met at all. Italiană Giugno 73 Fabrizio De André: Top 3 See also Italiană: Popular Artists|Popular Songs Engleză: Popular Artists|Popular Songs Italiană → Engleză: Toate traducerile Comentarii
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Fabrizio De André - Giugno 73 (Kroatisch vertaling) Kroatisch vertaling Lipanj '73 Tvojoj majci nisam drag Jer sam oženjen i mnogo pjevam Doduše, sviram dobro i neznam je li tvoja majka Jednako tako posramljena Brbljivica koju sam ti poklonio Umrla je, a tvoje je sestra plakala Toga dana nije bilo cvijeća, grijeha Taj dan prodavao je brbljivice I nadao sam se da će tvoja majka naućiti Kako mi reći: "Zdravo, kako si?" Nije to kao pjevanje Iz onoga što već znam Svi moji prijatelji pristojniji su od tebe Ali oblaće se pomalo čudno Rekla si mi da im nađem krojaća i upitala me: "Jesu li ovo najbolji koje imamo večeras?" I sada se smiješ i uzimaš žlićicu mimoze Ispuštajući je na otkopčane manžete A moji prijatelji daju ti ruku Otpratit ću ih, put ih njihov vodi daleko A ti čekaš vjernu ljubav Tvoj upaljać već sam im dao, znaj I učinio sam isto s one dvije slonove vlasi Spriječavale su da prokrvarim A dao sam ih prolazniku A sada sve dolazi samo od sebe Tvoj: "Pomozi" još ću pamtiti I kažem si da je bolje bilo prekinuti Nego nikad te ne upoznati Italiaans Giugno 73 Fabrizio De André: Top 3 See also Italiaans: Popular Artists|Popular Songs Kroatisch: Popular Artists|Popular Songs Italiaans → Kroatisch: Alle vertalingen Reacties