La falce e la luna (Italian Edition)

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"crescent moon" translation into Italian

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For now she walks back and forth on Poverty Way. Einstein, dressed as a drunkard, hid his notes in a trunk.

He passed this way an hour ago straight towards the final Thule. He seemed so shy and scared when he asked to stop a bit here, but then he started to smoke and to recite the A B C's, and to see him you would never say it, but he was famous some time ago for playing the electric violin on Poverty Way. He'll kill him, speaking to him of love after having poisoned him with pity, and while the phantom shouts three girls are already stripped naked - Casanova is about to be raped on Poverty Way.

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The Titanic is sinking in the dawn. The calypso players laugh at them while the sky is becoming distant, and leaning from their windows to the sea everyone fishes for mimosas and lilacs and no one has to be too worried about Poverty Way. At midnight on the dot the police do their usual work putting handcuffs around the wrists of the ones who know more than they do.

The prisoners come to be dragged to an improvised Calvary nearby, and lance corporal Adolf informed them that they will all pass from the chimney, and the wind laughs strongly, and no one will manage to trick his destiny on Poverty Way. Posted by Dennis at 3: Tuesday, June 10, Canzoni: Le passanti - The Passersby Georges Brassens. Allora nei momenti di solitudine quando il rimpianto diventa abitudine, una maniera di viversi insieme, si piangono le labbra assenti di tutte le belle passanti che non siamo riusciti a trattenere.

I dedicate this song to every woman thought of as a lover in an instant of freedom, to that one only just met - there was no time and it was worth it to lose ourselves for another century.

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To those who are already taken and who, living in the disillusioned hours with a man by now too changed, left you, wasted folly, to see the depths of the melancholy of a desperate future. Dear images for a few instants, you'll all soon be a distant jumble, climbed over by a memory more near. However little happiness returns, it is very rare that one remembers the events along the way. But if life stops helping you, it is harder for you to forget those happy glimpses of kisses one dared not give, of the occasions left waiting, of the eyes never again seen.

Posted by Dennis at Monday, June 9, Canzoni: Fila la lana - Spin the Wool. Fila la lana, fila i tuoi giorni illuditi ancora che lui ritorni, libro di dolci sogni d'amore apri le pagine sul suo dolore. Fila la lana, fila i tuoi giorni illuditi ancora che lui ritorni, libro di dolci sogni d'amore apri le pagine al suo dolore. Cavalieri che in battaglia ignorate la paura stretta sia la vostra maglia, ben temprata l'armatura. Fila la lana, fila i tuoi giorni illuditi ancora che lui ritorni, libro di dolci sogni d'amore chiudi le pagine sul suo dolore. In fact the French source song was "File la laine" composed by Robert Marcy in , popularized by Jacque Douai in The original French version speaks of the "Monsieur of Malbrough" which refers to a battle in the War of the Spanish Succession depicted in one of the most famous of French folk songs, " Marlbrough s'en va-t-en guerre.

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But the woman left abandoned lamenting his death, for a thousand years, maybe more, will mourn his sad destiny. Spin the wool, spin your days, keep fooling yourself that he might return. Book of sweet dreams of love - open the pages to its sorrow. They returned by the hundreds and by the thousands, the warriors of Valois. They returned to their families, to their palaces, to their cities. Knights who in battle ignore the fear, may your chain mail be tight, your armor well-tempered.

"crescent moon" in Italian

Book of sweet dreams of love - close the pages on its sorrow. Posted by Dennis at 4: Sunday, June 8, Canzoni: Gli disse portami domani, tralalalalla tralallaleru gli disse portami domani il cuore di tua madre per i miei cani. Non era il cuore, non era il cuore, tralalalalla tralallaleru non le bastava quell'orrore, voleva un'altra prova del suo cieco amore. Gli disse amor se mi vuoi bene, tralalalalla tralallaleru gli disse amor se mi vuoi bene, tagliati dei polsi le quattro vene. Fuori soffiava dolce il vento, tralalalalla tralallaleru ma lei fu presa da sgomento, quando lo vide morir contento.

Morir contento e innamorato, quando a lei niente era restato, non il suo amore, non il suo bene, ma solo il sangue secco delle sue vene. One of his attractions was to the dark sensibilities of Baudelaire. The macabre lyrics of this song coupled with the lively music Dixieland interludes! An honest man, a man of probity tralalalalla tralallaleru Fell deeply in love With a woman who loved him not at all. She told him bring me, tomorrow tralalalalla tralallaleru She told him bring me tomorrow The heart of your mother for my dogs.

She said darling, if you love me tralalalalla tralallaleru She said darling, if you love me Cut the four veins of your wrist. He cut the veins in his wrist tralalalalla tralallaleru And as the blood gushed out, Running like a madman he returned to her.

She said to him, laughing hard tralalalalla tralallaleru She said to him, laughing loud Your final proof will be death. And while his blood slowly drained out And then his color changed, The cold vanity rejoiced, A man had been killed for his love.

Outside, the wind blew gently tralalalalla tralallaleru But she fell into a state of consternation When she saw him dying, contented. Dying content and in love, When for her nothing remained, Not his love, not his well-being, Just the dried blood of his veins. Saturday, June 7, Canzoni: For inclusion on Canzoni the music was rearranged by Piero Reverberi. Leonard Cohen text for Joan of Arc:

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