Klipp Tal-Vidjo
Lirika
It was Christmas Eve, babe
– Kien Lejliet Il-Milied, babe
In the drunk tank
– Fit-tank fis-sakra
An old man said to me
– Raġel xiħ qalli
“Won’t see another one”
– “Mhux se tara ieħor”
And then he sang a song
– U mbagħad kanta kanzunetta
‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’
– “In-Nida Antika Rari Tal-Muntanji”
I turned my face away
– Dawwart wiċċi
And dreamed about you
– U ħolmu dwarek
Got on a lucky one
– Ltqajna fuq waħda xortik tajba
Came in eighteen-to-one
– Daħal fi tmintax-il wieħed
I’ve got a feeling
– Għandi sensazzjoni
This year’s for me and you
– Din is sena għalija u għalik
So, Happy Christmas
– Allura, Il-Milied It-Tajjeb
I love you, baby
– Inħobbok, tarbija
I can see a better time
– Nista’nara żmien aħjar
When all our dreams come true
– Meta l-ħolm kollu tagħna jseħħ
They’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold
– Huma ħadthom ltqajna karozzi kbar bħala bars, ħadthom ltqajna xmajjar ta’deheb
But the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old
– Imma r-riħ jgħaddi minnek, mhuwiex post għall-qadim
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
– Meta ħadt idejja għall ewwel darba lejliet il Milied kiesaħ
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
– Int wegħedtni Broadway kien qed jistennieni
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
– Int kont gustuż, kont sabiħ, reġina Tal-Belt Ta’new York
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
– Meta l-banda spiċċat iddoqq, huma għajtu għal aktar
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
– Sinatra kien jixxengel, ix-xorb kollu, kienu kant
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night
– Aħna kissed fuq kantuniera, imbagħad żfin matul il-lejl
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing “Galway Bay”
– Is-subien tal-KOR NYPD kienu qed ikantaw ” Galway bay”
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
– U L qniepen kienu jdoqqu Għal Jum Il Milied
You’re a bum, you’re a punk, you’re an old slut on junk
– Int bum, int punk, int slut qadim fuq junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
– Mimdud hemm kważi mejjet fuq dripp f’dik is sodda
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot
– Inti skumbag, inti maggot, inti irħis, faggot ħażin
Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it’s our last
– Il-Milied it-tajjeb, il-ħmar tiegħek, nitlob Lil Alla huwa l-aħħar tagħna
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– Is-subien tal-KOR NYPD, għadhom kant ” Bajja Galway”
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– U L qniepen qed idoqqu Għal Jum Il Milied
“I could have been someone”, well, so could anyone
– “I seta’kien xi ħadd”, ukoll, hekk jista’xi ħadd
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
– Ħadt il ħolm tiegħi mingħandi meta sibtek għall ewwel darba
I kept them with me, babe, I put them with my own
– Żammejthom miegħi, babe, poġġihom ma’tiegħi
Can’t make it all alone, I’ve built my dreams around you
– Ma nistax nagħmilha waħdi, bnejt il-ħolm tiegħi madwarek
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– Is-subien tal-KOR NYPD, għadhom kant ” Bajja Galway”
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– U L qniepen qed idoqqu Għal Jum Il Milied
