Sync Different

If Wishes Were Horses Then Beggars Would RideBut You Stayed At The Door Too Afraid To TryYou Lost Your Licks Along The WayAnd The Band Just Kicked Away
You Stepped On The Stage Once BeforeNow You Say You Dont Want To Play AnymoreYou've Lost Your Light It Just Faded AwayIn Different Shades Of Grey
Its Always Darker Before DawnBut You Never Took A Chance And Now Its GoneYou Cant Go Back You Cant RewindYou Lost Your Tricks Somewhere Down The Line
Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughtaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You Gotta
The Rain Has Washed Those Dirty StreetsWere We Use To Play Where We Use To MeetThey Say It Never Rains But It PoursBut Is It Ever Too Late To Break Down The Door ?
We Were Two Of A Kind Once BeforeBut You Dont Want To Hear It AnymoreI Cant Believe Your Heart Has ChangeHow Does It Feel To Act Your Age ?
You Wanted A Place In The SunBut You Skipped Your Turn That Day Is GoneYou Cant Look Back Cos You're So BlindYou Cant Hold Back The Hands Of Time
Do You Remember Your Passionatta ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughttaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You GottaOh You Gotta

Italiano

Tutti giorni in questa strada,

alle sette ogni mattina,

il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso,

questa ragazza camminando,

vedo passar davanti a me,

mi sembra un angelo caduto

solo per me.

Con tua pelle d'oro,

tuoi capelli
di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzurro,

tu sei, tu sei,

Con tua pelle d'oro,

tuoi capelli d’ebano
di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzuro,

tu sei, tu sei,

oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.

Un lunedì dal cielo grigio,

vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo,

un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto

il cuore mi suonò il tamburo,

ma presto lo sentii spezzare,

quando capii ché questa fiamma

bruciava,
ma non per me.


Français

Tous les jours dans cette rue
A sept heure tous les matins
Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux
Cette fille qui avance,
Que je vois passer devant moi,
Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel
Seulement pour moi

Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es, tu es,
Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es mon ciel

Un lundi de ciel gris
Je vis une étoile dans ton regard
Sur tes lèvres de velours
Ton sourire était une énigme
Mon cœur se mit à battre
Mais très vite il se brisa

Quand je compris que cette flamme
Brûlait
Mais pas pour moi


English

Every day in this street
At seven o’clock each morning
The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously
For this girl to go by
She walks in front of me
And seems to me like an angel
Fallen from the sky
Just for me

With your skin of gold
And your hair of silk
And your azure eyes
You are you are
Oh! you are my heaven

One Monday beneath a grey sky
I saw a star in your eyes
On your velvet lips
Your smile was an enigma
My heart began to beat
But was quickly broken
When I realized that this flame
Was burning
But not for me.