Ne Me Quitte Pas!

Questa è diventata ufficialmente in due giorni  

la mia canzone dell'estate 2012.

Se fossi un musicista e dovessi girare un video, 

immagino che ne uscirebbe una cosa del genere.

Lei, la voce, le scenette surreali, il ritmo, 

risulta tutto così "familiare" ai miei occhi!

lo sento molto molto mio, questo pezzo.

E lo sto anche ballando di brutto, la sera, 

mentre preparo i soliti pomodori in insalata.

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"Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)"

Down in Bowery
They lose their ballads and their lipped-mouths in the night
And stumbling through the street, they say
"Sir, do you got a light?
And if you do then you're my friend
And if you don't then you're my foe
And if you are a deity of any sort then please don't go"

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open
And not recognize the aging street
And think about the things were right
When they were young and veins were tight
And if you are the ghost of Christmas past
Then won't you stay the night?

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Bronxy Bronx
The kids go sledding down snow covered slopes
And frozen noses, frozen toes
The frozen city starts to glow
And yes, they know that it will pass
And yes they know New York will thaw
But if you're a friend of any sort
Then play along and catch a cold

Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

I love Paris in the rain,
I love Paris in the rain
I love, I love, I love in the rain
I love Paris in the rain,
I love Paris in the rain
And I Love I love I love in the rain
I love, I love, I love in the rain

Down in Paris they walk fast
That is unless they're walking slow
And in cafes they look away
That is unless they look right in
And in the gardens I get lost
That is unless I'm getting found
And if you are the ghost of New York City
Then won't you stick around?

(Regina Spektor)