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Santa Barbara, qui me dira (İngilizce translation)

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Santa Barbara, qui me dira

J'ai encore sur ma peau, la douceur de tes mains
Qui se posaient sur moi
Je revois le matin, ton corps contre le mien
A Santa Barbara
Les vagues bleues du Pacifique
Ont gommaient sur le sable, la trace de nos pas
Finie la plage romantique
Tu as pris le soleil, et maintenant j'ai froid
 
Santa Barbara, qui me dira
Pourquoi, j'ai le mal de vivre?
Santa Barbara, je ne sais pas
Je vais, comme un bateau ivre
Emportant mes souvenirs
 
Dans la maison de bois, flotte un parfum de toi
Que je reconnais bien
J'ai l'impression parfois, que tu es encore là
Mais jamais tu ne viens
Le vent brûlant du Pacifique
Peut emporter au loin, nos rêves les plus fous
Il me reste cette musique
Que nous chantions ensemble, elle n'appartient qu'à nous
 
Santa Barbara, qui me dira
Pourquoi, j'ai le mal de vivre?
Santa Barbara, je ne sais pas
Je vais, comme un bateau ivre
Emportant mes souvenirs
 
Souvenirs
 
La douceur de tes mains
Ton corps contre le mien
Et ce parfum de toi
Dans la maison de bois!
 
Santa Barbara, qui me dira
Pourquoi, j'ai le mal de vivre?
Santa Barbara, je ne sais pas
Je vais, comme un bateau ivre
Emportant mes souvenirs
 
Santa Barbara, qui me dira
Pourquoi, j'ai le mal de vivre?
 
DanielZ kullanıcısı tarafından Çarş, 23/05/2018 - 23:09 tarihinde eklendi
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İngilizce translation

Saint Barbara, who will tell me

I still have on my skin, the sweetness of your hands
That would land on me
I again see in the morning, your body against mine
In Saint Barbara
The blue waves of the Pacific
Erased on the sand, our footprints [lit. "the trace of our steps"]
The romantic beach ended
You took some son, and now I'm cold
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I don't know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
In the wooden house, your scent lingers [lit. "floats a scent of you"]
That I recognized well
Sometimes I have the impression, that you're still here
But never do you come
The scorching wind of the Pacific
Could take far away, our craziest dreams
I still have this music
That we would sing together, she is only ours
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I don't know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
Memories
 
The sweetness of your hands
Your body against mine
And this scent of you
In the wooden house!
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I don't know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
 
DanielZ kullanıcısı tarafından Çarş, 23/05/2018 - 23:25 tarihinde eklendi
DanielZ tarafından en son Pzr, 23/09/2018 - 23:00 tarihinde düzenlendi
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