Gentle, ticking & carefree piano intro evolving with strings, Gentle, ticking & carefree piano intro evolving with strings, marimba, ethnic flute & percussion in an optimistic attitude. Majestic & victorious ending with choir @ 1'26.
Elegant & joyful piano line intro evolving with generous strings in a Elegant & joyful piano line intro evolving with generous strings in a winning attitude. Exciting, inspiring & majestic orchestral build up to climax with a female ethnic voice.
Alternate without percussion. Elegant & joyful piano line intro Alternate without percussion. Elegant & joyful piano line intro evolving with generous strings in a winning attitude. Exciting, inspiring & majestic orchestral build up to climax with a female ethnic voice.
Alternate without ethnic voice. Elegant & joyful piano line intro Alternate without ethnic voice. Elegant & joyful piano line intro evolving with generous strings in a winning attitude. Exciting, inspiring & majestic orchestral build up to climax.
Melancholic, old-fashioned & peaceful but with a touch of derision. Melancholic, old-fashioned & peaceful but with a touch of derision. Piano, ondioline, flute & pizz.
Haunting, ominous, anticipating blues guitar riff & finger snaps Haunting, ominous, anticipating blues guitar riff & finger snaps intro. Determined & rigourous blues rock evolving to climax with brutal cinematic percussion & hybrid sounds. Suggested for motor racing.
Alternate withour percussion. Haunting, ominous, anticipating blues Alternate withour percussion. Haunting, ominous, anticipating blues guitar riff intro. Determined & rigourous blues rock evolving to climax with hybrid sounds.
Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Female singer, arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & Latin percussion, synth, vocal solo @ 2'12.Lyrics
Mira Que si sonríes brilla más cada mañana Que por las noches cuando me acuesto en mi cama Brilla el sol Mira Que si despierto con frío en la madrugada Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol Te miro Respiro Mira Que es tu sonrisa lo que más quiero en el mundo Que si sonríes Siento un palpitar profundo Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol de noche Tarde, madrugada Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada
Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & latin percussion, synth.
Gothic & dramatic atmosphere with solemn organ, piano & lead guitar Gothic & dramatic atmosphere with solemn organ, piano & lead guitar hero playing. Theatrical outro @ 1'53. Hybrid synth rock / power ballads / heavy metal band. For emotional scenes, break up & finale. Futuristic soap opera.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male Song. Sung in Italian. 70's. Slow. Langourous & melancholic. Male voice, electric guitar, organ & rhythm.Lyrics
Italiano Solo una notte in più
Aspetta amore, non te ne anda
Voglio lasciare la mia pelle incontrare la tua
Come se fosse la prima volta
E bruciare come se fosse l'ultima
Solo una notte in più
Speriamo ché il domani, non venga mai
Senza parole, senza promesse, solo il suono dell'amore
Guarderemo il sole tramontare
Metterò nella nostra camera centomila stelle
Français
Juste une nuit de plus
Attends mon amour, ne t'en va pas
Je veux laisser ma peau rencontrer la tienne Comme si c'était la première fois
Et brûler comme si c'était la dernière
Juste une nuit de plus Espérons que demain ne vienne jamais Sans paroles, sans promesses Rien que le son de l'amour On regardera le soleil se coucher Et je mettrai dans notre chambre Cent mille étoiles
English
Just one more night Wait my love, don’t go I want to let my skin meet yours As if it was the first time And burn as if it were the last
Just one more night Let’s hope tomorrow never comes Without worlds, without promises Only the sound of love We will watch the sun goes down And I will bring a thousand stars In our bedroom
Le premier amour Sera pour toujours le plus beau Le premier amour sera pour toujours le plus fort A l’horizon quand le ciel s’obscurcit, On ne s’en aperçoit pas Mais le premier amour ne se vit qu’une seule fois.
Le premier regard Reste dans mes rêves Le premier regard reste Dans mon coeur Dans nos yeux tant, tant de promesses Qu’un seul battement de cil Peut donner assez d’amour pour l’éternité.
Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus doux Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus sincère Quand nos mains se séparent Quand nous devons nous dire au revoir Alors « à demain » sonne comme « adieu ».
English
The first love Will always be the finest The first love Will always be the deepest On the horizon as the sky is fading We don’t realize it But the first love only lives once.
The first look Stays in my dreams The first look
Stays in my heart In our eyes, so many, so many promesses That one blink of an eye Can give enough love for eternity.
The first kiss Will always be the sweetest The first kiss Will always be the more sincere When our hands part When we must say goodbyes Then “goodbye” sounds “adieu”.
70's TV series. Urgent & determined. Pop from the 70's. Strings, 70's TV series. Urgent & determined. Pop from the 70's. Strings, piano, trumpet & rhythm.
Festive slow composition for royal subjects, weddings and occasions Festive slow composition for royal subjects, weddings and occasions that call for an elegant, aristocratic mood.
