Альбом Emilíana Torrini

(Stevie Wonder)

Where has my love gone?
How can I go on?
It seems dear love has gone away.
Where is my spirit?
I'm nowhere near it!
Oh yes, my love...has gone astray.

But I'll blame it on the sun,
The sun that didn't shine,
I blame it on the wind, and the trees.

I'll blame it on the time,
That never was enough,
I'll blame it on the tide, and the sea.
But my heart blames it... on me.

Who poured the love out?
What made this bitter doubt?
Is peace not here, for me to see?
Wish I could tell you, what I am feelin'.
But words won't come, for me to speak.

Wow! But I'll blame it on the sun, that didn't fill the sky.
I'll blame it on the birds, and the trees.
I'll blame it on the day, that ended once too soon.
I'll blame it on the nights, that could not be.
I'll blame it on the sun, the sun that didn't shine.
I'll blame it on the wind, and the trees.
I'll blame it on the time, that never was enough.
I'll blame it on the tide, and the sea.

He came with the breeze
She told everyone, in the cold
She would hold him and sing a song,
Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song,
To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.

The days went by until one little night,
with this one little moon hanging in its black,
Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song,
In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet.

"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby,
What is your favourite song of all songs?
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby,
Forever your rosie little lips won't turn blue.

I won't let nights hurt you,
I won't let them take you,
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree.

I won't let days hurt you,
I wont let them break you,
if so my little heart will die,
if so my tears will freeze and turn grey."

He just stared in her hardworking arms,
His rosie little lips had turned blue,
Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song,
for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.

"My baby, my beauty........"

They took the boy who giggled so sweet,
Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek,
And the goodnight song,
She never stopped singing,
Danced from her lips,
Down the dark grey street.

(Lou Reed)

Stephanie says,
That she wants to know,
Why she's given half her life
To people she hates now.

Stephanie says
When answering the phone
What country shall I say is calling,
From across the world?

But she's not afraid to die,
The people all call her Alaska,
Between worlds, so the people ask her,
'Cause it's all in her mind.
It's all in her mind.

Stephanie says,
That she wants to know,
Why it is though she's the door
She can't be the room.

Stephanie says,
But doesn't hang up the phone,
What seashell-sea is callin',
From across the world?

But she's not afraid to die,
The people all call her Alaska,
between worlds, so people ask her,
'Cause it's all in her mind.
It's all in her mind.

They're asking "Is it good or bad?".
It's such an icy feeling.

Hi! I'm the red woman red,
With the broken wooden leg,
There are many red dresses
Lying on my red,
Old bed,
And the oven is hot,
So come and warm yourself up,
By the red fire red,
By the red woman red.

Hello, red woman red,
With the broken wooden leg,
Guess I'll take your offer,
And have a little rest,
And my naked staring breasts,
In a red cherry dress,
By the red fire red,
With you red woman red.

I'm the red woman red,
With the broken wooden leg,
Red curly girl how do you dare?
You're sitting on my man's chair,
And the oven is hot,
So come here
And I'll burn you up,
In the red fire red,

Old man, old man,
Staring at young
Miss Beautiful,
Taking her home
Every night,
Loving her, holding her.

Old man, old man,
Everyday watching
Miss Beautiful,
Smelling her,
Tasting her,
Loving her, feeling her.

Old man, old man,
Wanting to keep
Miss Beautiful,
Hangs her on the
Bedroom wall,

(Joni Mitchell)

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning,
And the first thing that I heard,
Was a song outside my window,
And the traffic wrote the words,
It came ringing up like christmas bells,
And rapping up like pipes and drums.

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day,
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning,
And the first thing that I saw,
Was the sun through yellow curtains,
And a rainbow on the wall,
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you,
Crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day,
There's a sun show every second.

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today.
And the streets are paved with passersby,
And pigeons fly, and papers lie,
Waiting to blow away.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning,
And the first thing that I knew,
There was milk and toast and honey,
And a bowl of orangejuice too,
And the sun poured in like butterscotch,
And stuck to all my senses.
Oh, wont you stay we'll put on the day,
And we'll talk in present tenses.

When the cuntain closes,
And the rainbow runs away,
I will bring you incense owls by night,
By candlelight, by two jewellight
If only you will stay.
Pretty baby won't you.

(Tom Waits)

Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
When the music plays and you display your heart for me to see.
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.
And, I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere.
And I wonder should I offer you a chair.
Well, if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it.
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it.
And, I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the night does funny things inside a man.
This old tom-cat feelings you don't understand.
Well, I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette.
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome, just like me.
And it being late, you'd like some company.
Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me.
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you is free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

It's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well, I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found.
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round.

You wore a dark, purple suit, with a tissue 'round your neck.
Lonely, eating tomato soup, I knew I had to check.

A broken ball of fruits, was lying by your side,
You offered me a chair, I guess just to be polite.

I guess this is my premiere lovin'.

You asked me with a voice of torn old silk.
"Do you want some berries with sugar, chocolate and milk?"

I'm here, look at me, but you just lit a cigarette;
"You're not quite what I'm looking for my little marionette"

I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.

Well, that's sweet, how nice.
Now what will I do?
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?

Well, that's sweet, how nice.
Now what will I do?
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?

Gleaming, you stood up obviously had a thrill.
I sat there alone of course I had to pay the bill.

That's just great, how nice, what a surprise!
My luck had run out, on to the beach, to the sun, resting, having fun.

I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.

When you look into his eyes,
You wish that no one could see him,
Only you could be touched by him,
And you could walk alone by his side,
And if you want to dream with him,
Just close your eyes, and hold your breath,
And you'll find that you can breathe in water.

When you look into his eyes,
you wish that no one could see him,
No one else could see him,
No one else could feel him.

When you look into his eyes,
you wish that no one could see him,
No one else could see him,
No one else could feel him.

When you look into his eyes,
You feel he's telling you goodbye,
He says "I'm off into the living".
And your lungs ache filled with water.
You watch how he walks you by.
And all the fish follow him.
You smile 'cause you'll always be his lover.

When you look into his eyes,
you wish that no one could see him,
No one else could see him,
No one else could feel him.

When you look into his eyes,
you wish that no one could see him,
No one else could see him,

(Melanie Safka)

They told me when I was little,
I'd go to heaven if I was good.
Now I'm a long way from little,
'Cause I tried to find heaven,
'Cause I thought that I could.
I thought that I could.

And I thought I loved Harold,
And I really loved John,
I really loved Alphy
I almost loved Tom.
I loved them so easy,
And I loved them so free.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.

Hallo, song of the willow,
The dreams under my pillow,
Turned to tears that I cried.
Beauty and love are our riddle,
Never to answer, but always to try.
And, boy, did I try.

And I tried with Harold,
And I tried with John.
I tried with Alphy,
And almost with Tom.
I left myself open,
For the whole world to see.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.

So I said goodbye to Harold,
And goodbye to John.
Goodbye to Alphy,
And goodbye to Tom.
I loved them so easy,
And I loved them so free.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.

Oh say, can you see?
By the dawn's early light