The one in the picture is Charles Aznavour, a famous French singer of Armenian descent (real surname is Aznavourian). When I feel a little down in the dumps his play "Les deux guitares", a song whose chorus is in Russian. As my friends-list is composed mostly from Russia (why attract your attention? Why my user-name is a number?) I decided to dedicate to you this beautiful song.
I hope you can teach me a bit ' Di Russo, he minimo per capire ciò che indispensabile scrivete. Two gypsies
scratch their relentless guitar
reviving the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without that runs in me A flood of distress
Font reborn under their fingers
My misspent youth
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Play Gypsy Play for me
With over flame
To drown
Who told my soul
Where did you wrong Why did
you hurt?
You got a headache
Drink a little less today
You will drink more tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
I want to laugh, want to sing And drunk
my pain To forget the past with me I carry
Go pour the wine very
Because wine delivers
Pour pour me some more so that I get drunk
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
Two guitars in my thoughts Throw a huge disorder
explaining the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the rationale? You're alive today
You'll be dead tomorrow
And even more after tomorrow
Aigh tsunami, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh tsunami tidal, tidal ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo tidal
When I am dead drunk
weak and pathetic
And you see my body
Roll under the table so you can stop
Your songs that resonate
But until I play
Play directs
Aigh tidal, ischô raz
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo
Aigh raz raz, raz ischô
Ischô mnôguo mnôguo raz
TRANSLATION:
Two gypsies
relentlessly scratching their guitars
reviving from the bottom of all my nights
memory
Without knowing that flows in A lot of anguish me
fan reborn under my fingers
The mad youth
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
Gypsies play, play for me play with more passion
much to cover the voice that says to my soul:
Where did you hurt?
Why did you hurt?
You have a headache!
drink a little 'less today
drink more and more the day after tomorrow
once, an' yet another
and over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
I want to laugh and get drunk and sing my pain
to forget the past that
drag me forward, versatemi
because of strong wine, the wine still free
versatemene
that can inebriate
once an 'other and still
over and over again
once, an 'yet another
and over and over again
Two guitars throw in my thoughts a
a 'great concern
suggesting the futility of our existence
What do we live?
Why do we live?
What is the raison d'etre?
are alive today will be dead tomorrow
And even more tomorrow
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again when I am drunk-
dead weak and deplorable
and see my body on the table roll
then you stop playing Your songs
but meanwhile
played played, I order
once an 'other again and again and again
once again, an' yet another
and over and over again
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