A little cantata
obsessive and clumsy
climbs towards you
from the tip of my fingers.
A little cantata
like the ones we played in the olden days,
Now I alone play her clumsily
si mi la re sol do fa.
This little cantata
fa sol do fa
wasn't so clumsy
when you played it
the notes flowed at ease,
happy at your fingertips.
But I remained there helplessly
si mi la re sol do fa.
But you left fragile
to the beyond
and I remain helpless
fa sol do fa.
I see you again smiling
seated at that piano there
saying: "Well, I'll play, you sing.
Sing, sing it for me."
Si mi la re si mi la re si sol do fa.
Si mi la re si mi la re si sol do fa.
Oh my friend,
oh my sweetheart,
oh my littlest thing
My God how difficult it is
to play this cantata without you.
A little prayer la la la,
with my heart to make it
and my ten fingers.
A little prayer
but without the sign of the cross,
such an offense to God the Father,
he will forgive me.
Si mi la re si mi la re
si sol do fa.
Si mi la re si mi la re
si sol do fa.
The angels with their trumpets
shall play it, they shall play it for you,
this little cantata
that we once played in the olden days.
The angels with their trumpets
shall play it, they shall play it for you,
this little cantata,
which climbs towards you,
this little cantata,
which climbs towards you.
Si mi la re si mi la re
si sol do fa.