Génération 78 [English translation]

I know all your songs

Your choruses sing deep in my heart

They come to my mind you know no matter the season

And they take me on a trip down memory lane

Like before more than before I will love you

For the life I'll give you my life

Every day every moment

I will tenderly tell you

Gondolier do you remember?

The naked feet on your gondola

I know all yours songs

They have lulled me every moment of my childhood

Today once I hear them

They take me on a trip down memory lane

Flying oh oh

Singing oh oh oh oh

In the blue painted blue

Happy to be up there

You are romantic, romantic and bohemian

You get defensive about it sometimes but I know

I know all that, I know all that and it's because of that

I will wait day and night

I will always wait for your return

All all all all all all

All the songs

Have gone through time without ever aging

From generation to generation

We will sing them as soon as we will want to

Go on a trip down memory lane

Goodbye sir it's all over

Leave me and start a new life

I would prefer the wild flower

You would prefer the

Words words words

Words words words

Words words words

Words words words words

Words and more words

Drowned in blue under the Greek sky

One boat, two boats, three boats

Run along singing

Scratching the sky, pecking it out

One bird, two birds, three birds

Bring good weather

Bye bye baby girl

Tell me I love you

For the last, last time

To love you madly my love

To love you madly night and day

To love you madly night and day

The day when the rain will come

We will be you and me

It's the song of the stray who have no bounds

It's the fervent prayer of the Gypsies Night

I have sung all the songs

They will be tomorrow you can trust me

The choruses sung by others

In order to build other memories

Gigi the sweetheart arrives

"It's you there in the dark"

Love seeker, seductive eyes

Like a stroke

Gigi the sweetheart

Always winner sometimes heartless

But never without tenderness

Never without tenderness

He had just turned 18 years old

He was beautiful like a child

Strong like a man

He didn't speak of love to me

He said that words of love

Are pathetic

And strum strum your mandolin

My little Baby Boy

Your music is prettier than Italy's whole sky

And sing sing with your affectionate voice

My little Baby Boy

Baby Boy, Baby Boy, Baby Boy, Baby Boy

Salama ya salama

I will come back from Salama

Salama ya salama

Baby Boy