A song can go many ways, and we remember certain songs if they speak clearly of the condition of the heart that hears it. This song is quite old, but I believe it deserves to be heard once more.
My friend Dennis introduced me to this song not more than a day ago. By the first few bars, I was mesmerized by the song and the voice; and I asked him if he could translate it for me. Here it goes...
Nostre cuore dicevi sempre Non è una stanza che si affitta Noi ci lasciamo, la stanza è vuota La porta aperta resterà
Due grosse lacrime bianche Come due perle del mare È tutto quello che a me rimane di te
D'amore, no, non si muore Per non sentir la tua voce La testa sotto il cuscino io nasconderò
Come un lampo che apre il cielo Ho visto chiaro in mezzo al buio Solo d'amore, no, non si muore Ridendo, me l'hai detto tu
Due grosse lacrime bianche Come due perle del mare È tutto quello che a me rimane di te
Due grosse lacrime bianche Che non faranno rumore Perché le ultime sai non pesano mai
Our heart, you always said Is not a room that we rent out We left each other, the room is empty The door will stay open
Two big white tears Like two pearls from the sea Is all that you left me
No, you don't die because of love I don't want to hear your voice I'll hide my head under my pillow
Like a flash that opens the sky I saw you clearly in the middle of the dark No, you don't die only because of love You taught me how to laugh
Two big white tears Like two pearls from the sea Is all for me that's left from you
Two big white tears That won't make a noise Because the last ones are never heavy, you know...
~oh how my heart sings this song now... just for the heck of it. Hehehehehe...
I woke up and this song was playing in my head...Hahahahaha!!! Enjoy thy weekend, folks...
You and Me Song
Always when we fight I try to make you laugh Until everything's forgotten I know you hate that
Ba ba ra ra ba ba ba ba Ba ba ra ra ba ba ba ba
Always when we fight I kiss you once or twice And everything's forgotten I know you hate that
I love you Sunday sun The week's not yet begun And everything is quiet
And it's always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever Ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me - always
You tell me I'm a real man And try to look impressed Not very convincing But you know I love it
Then we watch TV Until we fall asleep Not very exciting But it's you and me And we'll always be together
You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever Ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever Ba ba ba ba ba It was always You and me - always - and forever You and me - always - and forever Ba ba ba ba ba Babaroah
Broken Strings James Morrison Let me hold you for the last time It's the last chance to feel again But you broke me, now I can't feel anything
When I love you and so untrue I can't even convince myself When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else
Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurts too much I tried to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing? We are turning into dust Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire When there's nothing left to say It's like chasing the very last train When it's too late, too late
Oh, it tears me up I tried to hold on but it hurts too much I tried to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse How can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before?
But we're running through the fire When there's nothing left to say It's like chasing the very last train When we both know it's too late, too late
You can't play our broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse So how can I give anymore When I love you a little less than before? Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time It's the last chance to feel again
A few years ago, If I remember correctly, it was on the ride going to the old Malate district after a gala event at the Cultural Center of the Philippines when I uttered these words:
"Cute guys need to get their hearts broken every once in a while..."
And somebody at the back of the car went, "Ouch!" As much as I wanted to hit him at the time, it was just physically impossible and it would not be proper to do so to someone you have known only two days. I shant name names, but he was one of those 69 Bachelors from Cosmopolitan Magazine that year who had a 'published age' and a 'real age'. Bluntly, this has nothing to do with the video above except for the title.
Moving on... Here's the latest installment to the Mario Maurer Drool Mode. The boy with the angelic face but a devilish reputation appears in the music video for this Thai band called Potato [the name baffles me as well...]. The song is entitled Share and here's the Barefoot Baklesa sharing it with you...
No english subtitles yet though, but isn't it nice to see Mario Maurer's heart get broken? That's a bit twisted, I know... [insert evil laugh here]
Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark
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