J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
L'ile de Paques et Kairouan
Et les grands oiseaux qui s'amusent
A glisser l'aile sous le vent
Voir les jardins de Babylone
Et le palais du Grand Lama
Rever des amants de Verone
Au sommet du Fuji Yama
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Avant que ma jeunesse s'use
Et que mes printemps soient partis
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
Pour m'en souvenir a Paris
Pink Martini - Syracuse Lyrics
Pink Martini - Syracuse Lyrics
I would so love to see Syracuse,
Easter Island and Kairouan,
And the great birds that play
At gliding their wings under the wind.
To see the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the Grand Lama,
To dream of the lovers of Verona
At the summit of Fuji Yama.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
Before my youth wears out
And my springs have departed,
I would so love to see Syracuse
So I can remember it in Paris.
Easter Island and Kairouan,
And the great birds that play
At gliding their wings under the wind.
To see the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the Grand Lama,
To dream of the lovers of Verona
At the summit of Fuji Yama.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
Before my youth wears out
And my springs have departed,
I would so love to see Syracuse
So I can remember it in Paris.
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French
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
L'ile de Paques et Kairouan
Et les grands oiseaux qui s'amusent
A glisser l'aile sous le vent
Voir les jardins de Babylone
Et le palais du Grand Lama
Rever des amants de Verone
Au sommet du Fuji Yama
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Avant que ma jeunesse s'use
Et que mes printemps soient partis
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
Pour m'en souvenir a Paris
L'ile de Paques et Kairouan
Et les grands oiseaux qui s'amusent
A glisser l'aile sous le vent
Voir les jardins de Babylone
Et le palais du Grand Lama
Rever des amants de Verone
Au sommet du Fuji Yama
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Voir le pays du matin calme
Aller pêcher au cormoran
Et m'enivrer de vin de palme
En ecoutant chanter le vent
Avant que ma jeunesse s'use
Et que mes printemps soient partis
J'aimerais tant voir Syracuse
Pour m'en souvenir a Paris
English
I would so love to see Syracuse,
Easter Island and Kairouan,
And the great birds that play
At gliding their wings under the wind.
To see the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the Grand Lama,
To dream of the lovers of Verona
At the summit of Fuji Yama.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
Before my youth wears out
And my springs have departed,
I would so love to see Syracuse
So I can remember it in Paris.
Easter Island and Kairouan,
And the great birds that play
At gliding their wings under the wind.
To see the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the Grand Lama,
To dream of the lovers of Verona
At the summit of Fuji Yama.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
To see the land of the calm morning,
To go fishing with cormorants,
And to get drunk on palm wine
While listening to the wind sing.
Before my youth wears out
And my springs have departed,
I would so love to see Syracuse
So I can remember it in Paris.
Writer: BERNARD DIMEY, HENRI SALVADOR
Copyright: Lyrics © PREMIERE MUSIC GROUP, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © PREMIERE MUSIC GROUP, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION