Milord

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Come on in, Milord,
sit down at my table;
It's so cold outside,
but it's warm in here.
Relax, Milord
and make yourself comfortable.
You can tell me your troubles
and put your feet up.
I know you, Milord
though you have never seen me
I'm just an immigrant*,
a shadow of the street...

Yet we've brushed against each other
when you passed by yesterday.
You were really proud
Mother of God*! You filled the sky

Your silk scarf, floating on your shoulders
You have a beautiful role, just like a King...

You walked with confidence
and a lady on your arm
My God! She was so beautiful
that my heart froze up...

Come on in, Milord,
sit down at my table;
It's so cold outside,
but it's warm in here.
Relax, Milord
and make yourself comfortable.
You can tell me your troubles
and put your feet up.
I know you, Milord
though you have never seen me
I'm just an immigrant*,
a shadow of the street...

You say it enough times;
"There is a ship
for every tear"
But when the ship left, it took him with.

Soft eyes, so tender
but they don't understand
that she ruined your life.
Love, it makes you cry
In the same way when you look back on chances you never took

Come on in, Milord,
you look like a rascal!
Come on in, Milord,
sit down at my table;
It's so cold outside,
but it's warm in here.
Relax, Milord
and make yourself comfortable.
You can tell me your troubles
and put your feet up.
I know you, Milord
though you have never seen me
I'm just an immigrant*,
a shadow of the street...

Yet we've brushed against each other
when you passed by yesterday.
You were really proud
Mother of God*! You filled the sky

Your silk scarf, floating on your shoulders
You have a beautiful role, just like a King...

You walked with confidence
and a lady on your arm
My God! She was so beautiful
that my heart froze up...

Come on in, Milord,
sit down at my table;
It's so cold outside,
but it's warm in here.
Relax, Milord
come into my kingdom:
I don't care about remorse
I sing ballads, I sing for the gentlemen
who are down on their luck!

Look at me, Milord,
You've never seen --
Wait...you're crying, Milord?
That's unbelievable!

Let's wait and see, Milord!
Smile at me, Milord!
...That's better! Just a little more...
That's it!
Come on, laugh, Milord!
Come on, sing, Milord!
La-la-la...
That's right, dance, Milord!
La-la-la....well done Milord!
La-la-la...do it again Milord! La-la-la...

Добавлено Гость в вс, 06/02/2011 - 07:59
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*The line "Je ne suis qu'une fille du port" literally translates to "I'm just a girl from the port." I chose to interpret this as immigrant, but there's more to it than that. I infer through the song that the girl who is talking to "Milord" (aka a gentleman) is a poor street urchin, maybe even a prostitute! It's understandable, seeing as how Edith was the child of an Italian father and an Albanian mother and had been known to work as a prostitute for a few years in her late teens and early twenties.

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I've adored this song for years and never thought to translate it. I love it more now Smile