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Premiere: February 25 2014
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tu bambina, io uomo, chist' amore nun fa pe' nuje.
Se ce vede papà tuo, quante botte prenderai?
Tutta colpa è chist' amore che ci lega a tutte e duje.
Tutta colpa è chist' venne ca sentimo dint' e vene.
Forse domani, no anzi stasera, ti porto via da casa tua e fuggiremo lontano, lontano e correremo sui campi di grano.
È chist' amore che vola più in alto, ci fa sentire già pazzi di gioia.
Annanza a nuje un domani migliore, ci aspetta, ma veno soffri'.
Piano, basta, nun tremma, nun pigne, passerà.
Non pensare più al passato, mo pensamme sulo a nuje.
È stato bello acce basà, è stato dolce amarci un po', ma ci aspetta un'altra vita per continuare ad amarci.
Forse domani, no anzi stasera, ti porto via da casa tua e fuggiremo lontano, lontano e correremo sui campi di grano.
È chist' amore che vola più in alto, ci fa sentire già pazzi di gioia.
Annanza a nuje un domani migliore per continuare ad amarci.
Forse domani, no anzi stasera, ti porto via da casa tua e fuggiremo lontano, lontano e correremo sui campi di grano.
È chist' amore che vola più in alto, ci fa sentire già pazzi di gioia.
Annanza a nuje un domani migliore, ci aspetta, ma veno soffri'.
One, two, three, seven o'clock. One, two, three, good night.
One, two, three, seven o'clock. One, two, three, good night.
One, two, three, seven o'clock.
One, two, three, good night
English translation
You little girl, I am a man, this love is not for us.
If your dad sees us, how many beatings will you get?
It's all the fault of the love that binds us to both of us.
It's all the fault of the person who came to hear his veins.
Maybe tomorrow, no actually tonight, I'll take you away from your house and we'll flee far, far away and run across the wheat fields.
It's this love that flies higher, makes us already feel crazy with joy.
A better tomorrow awaits us, but you will suffer.
Slowly, enough, don't tremble, don't pine cones, it will pass.
Don't think about the past anymore, now think about me again.
It was nice acce basà, it was sweet to love each other a little, but another life awaits us to continue loving each other.
Maybe tomorrow, no actually tonight, I'll take you away from your house and we'll flee far, far away and run across the wheat fields.
It's this love that flies higher, makes us already feel crazy with joy.
Hope for a better tomorrow to continue loving each other.
Maybe tomorrow, no actually tonight, I'll take you away from your house and we'll flee far, far away and run across the wheat fields.
It's this love that flies higher, makes us already feel crazy with joy.
A better tomorrow awaits us, but you will suffer.
One, two, three, seven o'clock. One, two, three, good night.
One, two, three, seven o'clock. One, two, three, good night.
One, two, three, seven o'clock.
One, two, three, good night