Sync Different

In the rainy courtyard
In the wet wind of a summer night
A cat jumped onto the roof
Tea in a cup, hands in the wind

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes

Napoletano:Oje né', fa' priesto viene!
Nun mme fá spantecá
Ca pure 'a rezza vène
Ch'a mare stó' a mená

Méh, stienne sti bbraccelle,/
Ajutame a tirá
Ca stu marenariello
Te vò' sempe abbracciá

Vicin'ô mare, facimmo 'ammore
A core a core, pe' nce spassá

Só' marenaro e tiro 'a rezza
Ma, p''allerezza, stóngo a murí

Vide ca sbatte ll'onna
Comm'a stu core ccá
De lacreme te 'nfonne
Ca 'o faje annammurá

Viene, 'nterr'a 'sta rena
Nce avimm''a recrijá
Che scenne la serena
Io po' stóngo a cantá

Vicin'ô mare,

Oje né', io tiro 'a rezza
e tu statte a guardá
li pisce, p''a prijezza,
comme stanno a zumpá!

E vide, pure 'e stelle tu faje annammurá
ca stu marenariello,
tu faje suspirá

English:Come on dear, hurry, come here!
Don't make wait and suffer
The fishing net is coming too
That i've cast

Stretch your thin arms
Help me to pull (the net)
That this young sailor
Always wants to hug you

We make love near the sea
Heart to heart, to have fun

I'm a sailor and i pull the net
But I feel like i'm almost dying of happiness

See, the lashing of the waves
Like the beat of this heart of mine
It washes you with tears
Because you make it fall in love (with you)

Come, on this shore
We'll have fun
Here comes the sunset (or the evening)
And I'm here singing


Hey dear, I pull the net
And you stay there and watch
How the fishes for joy
Are jumping

And look, you can make fall in love with you even the stars
This young sailor
You make sigh

Italiano
Blu,
il colore della libertà,

Blu, il chiarore dell' immensità,

Lassù, dove il mondo nasce e finisce

lassù, dove il sole splende e sparisce.

Soffio,
sulla vela bianca in balìa,

Soffio, su un uomo che non tornerà,

Respiro,
respiro della sposa ora lasciata,
Respiro
respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva.
Français

Bleu,
La couleur de la liberté
Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité
Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine
Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît

Un souffle
Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive
?)
Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas
Un soupir,
Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule
Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive

English

Blue
The colour of freedom
Blue, purity and immensity
Up there where the world begins and ends
Up there where the sun shines and disappears

A breath

On the white sail in the distance
A breath on a man who will never return
A sigh,

A sigh of the bride left alone
A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore

Tout était beau, tout était bleu, du ciel jusqu'à ses yeux
Tout s'est passé en un instant, comme un jeu d'enfant

Je n'avais rien connu de mieux, mon amoureux
Cœurs légers, baisers hors du temps, mon bel amant

Rêve éveillé, cheveux au vent
Et se cacher comme un jeu d'enfant

Sans un mot, nous faisions tous deux l'amour en feu
Non, plus rien n'était important, aussi brûlant

La fin de l'été c'est déchirant
Pour tout oublier comme un jeu d'enfant

Son regard glissa peu à peu comme un adieu
Les garçons ne sont pas sérieux à 17 ans
Comme un jeu d'enfant...
English translation :
LIKE A CHILDREN’S GAME

Everything was beautiful, everything was blue, from heaven to his eyes

Everything happened in a moment like a children’s game


I’d never known anything better, my love

Light hearts, timeless kisses, my beautiful lover

Dreams wide awake, hair blowing in the wind

And hiding like a children’s game

Without a word, we made love, we were on fire

No, nothing was as important anymore,


The end of summer is heartbreaking

Forgetting everything, like a children’s game

His gaze slipped slowly away like a goodbye

Boys of 17 are not serious

Like a children’s game …