Gianmaria Testa — Petite Reine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Petite Reine" by Gianmaria Testa.
Lyrics
Un toréador dans l’arène
C’est ça l’amour petite reine
Un taureau dans le ventre
Et le sourire aux lèvres
Des paillettes et du sang
Joli rêve
Un toréador dans l’arène
Viens je t’emmène petite reine
Sous les hourras
Et les crachats de la foule
Loin d’ici dans des pays
Extrêmes
La vie c’est bien court
Quand on court après l’amour
Ai-je assez serré
Le bonheur contre mon cœur
T’ai-je assez serrée
Dans mes bras
La mort c’est bizarre
Vous prend par hasard
L’orchestre s’est tu
L’arène est déçue
Je suis heureux
Perdu dans tes yeux
Piccola Regina
Un toreador nell’arena
Questo é l’amore piccola regina
Un toreador nell’arena
E un toro nella pancia
Lustrini e sangue
Insolito sogno
Un toreador nell’arena
Vieni, ti porto piccola regina
Sopra gli hurrà e gli sputi
Della gente
Lontano da qui
Nei paesi estremi
E' così corta la vita
Per chi corre dietro un amore
Chissà se ho stretto abbastanza forte
La fortuna al cuore
Se ti ho stretta abbastanza
Fra le mie braccia
La morte, é strano
Arriva per caso
L’orchestra é ormai muta
L’arena é delusa
Io sono contento
Perduto nei tuoi occhi
Lyrics translation
A bullfighter in the arena
That's love little Queen
A bull in the belly
And the smile on the lips
Glitter and blood
Pretty dream
A bullfighter in the arena
Come I'll take you little Queen
Under the hoarseness
And the Spits of the crowd
Far from here in countries
Extreme
Life is very short
When we run after Love
Did I get tight enough
Happiness against my heart
Did I get you tight enough
In my arms
Death is weird
Takes you by chance
The orchestra killed itself
The arena is disappointed
I'm glad
Lost in your eyes
Little Queen
A bullfighter in the arena
This is Love Little Queen
A bullfighter in the arena
And a bull in the belly
Sequins and blood
Unusual dream
A bullfighter in the arena
Come, I'll bring you little Queen
Over the hurrah and the spit
Of the people
Far from here
In extreme countries
Life is so short
For those who run after a love
I wonder if I'm tight enough
Luck at heart
If I hold you tight enough
In my arms
Death is Strange
Arrives by chance
The orchestra is now mute
The arena is disappointed
I'm happy
Lost in your eyes