Ivana Spagna: Gente come noi
June 15th, 2008
We haven’t had any music for a long time. Last night in bed I had the radio playing a French station, very softly, when this old song came on. I’d never translated it for myself, so I have translated it for all of us. It’s not a word for word translation — those never work and especially not for poetry or songs– but my best effort to provide the sense of the lyrics. Spagna can sing also in English, but not this song.
This still shot is recent. Ms Spagna has not yet seen a reason to alter her look, although she’s 54 years old now. When I hear her interviewed, she seems such a nice person that I do wish I didn’t feel so uneasy about this “branding” like the ancient Elvis. Let us not quibble, however, about her big, emotion-packed voice and the songs she wrote for it. If you are interested to know more and find links to more music, try Wikipedia or the official website. People Like Us How many times words are said How many times too the greatest loves People like us who don’t stay together anymore It’s so hard to forgive People like us who don’t stay together anymore To everyone who believes in love The drifting apart is worse than an sickness People like us who don’t stay together anymore
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That you would take back immediately
And how many barriers hide and never fall
Hurting the one who loves us like you have done?
Suffer the price of these errors
And how many times you lose yourself this way
In stupid anger and then find yourself alone.
But who like us still love
Unique loves, but so fragile
True and endless love stories.
One who has made you cry and feel bad
But there’s only one life and I’d want it with you
With all its problems, everything there is.
But who like us still love
Unique loves, but so fragile
True and endless love stories.
But often like us are lonely people
In the heart embrace memories and shivers
People like us who still dream.
If you love someone who isn’t there
In the name of love don’t throw it away
Someone will die if they don’t find you again.
But who like us still love
Unique loves, but so fragile
True and endless love stories.
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