标题: 忧伤的歌曲《Con Il Tuo Nome》[@};-][>:D<]（图） [打印本页] 作者: 雨儿 时间: 2008-8-31 17:40 标题: 忧伤的歌曲《Con Il Tuo Nome》[@};-][>:D<]（图）
《Con Il Tuo Nome》
L'amore resta un mistero che non si svelerà mai e a volte capita che ami chi non ha per te nessuna pietà. L'amore non chiama amore e spesso fugge da te ed io che ti ho creduto ora credo che non mi resta che dimenticarti e con il tuo nome scritto dentro l'anima cercherò amore l'amore che sempre hai negato a me. Non c'è giustizia in amore e c'è chi paga per te anche se non vorrei fare a nessuno mai il male che tu invece hai fatto a me e un altro amerò se non posso amare te. Con il tuo nome scritto dentro l'anima cercherò amore l'amore è tutto quello che da te non ho. Con il tuo nome scritto dentro l'anima. Con il tuo nome che inciso dentro il cuore porterò cercherò amore l'amore e tutto quello che da te non ho
The trees they grow high, and the leaves they do grow green,
Many is the time my true love I've seen, Many an hour I have watched him all alone, He's young but he's daily growing. eAAul Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong, You have married me to a boy who is too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen, He's young but he's daily growing. Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong, I have married you to a great lord's son, He will be a man for you when I am dead and gone, He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit, We'll send him to college for another year yet, I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head, To let the maidens know that he is married. One day I was looking over my father's castle wall, I spied all the boys playing with a ball, And my own true love was the flower of them all, He's young but he's daily growing. And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day, They went into a hayfield to have some sport and play, And what they did there she never would declare, But she never more complained of his growing. At the age of fourteen he was a married man, At the age of sixteen his grave it was green, And death had put an end to his growing. I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud, With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down, With every stitch I put in it,
how the tears they will flow,
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing. Con Il Tuo Nome
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