Quand une femme chante pour son père

My heart belongs to Daddy

My name is Lolita
And I’m not supposed to play with boys
Moi?
Mon cœur est à papa
You know, le proprietaire

No!

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow through
‘Cause my heart belongs to Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine food and haddie
I just adore, his asking for more
But, my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dad

So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know that you’re perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
‘Cause my Daddy, he treats it so

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow through
Shoo do ga do, shoo do ga do, ooo, Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To cook up a fine enchilada
Though Spanish rice is all very nice
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, da-da

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn’t be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to my Daddy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dad

So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know that you’re perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
‘Cause Daddy, my Daddy
My little ol’ Daddy treats it so

That little old man, he just treats it so good

O mio babbino Caro

O mio babbino caro Mi piace, è bello, è bello Vo’ andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l’anello ! Sì, sì, ci voglio andare ! e se l’amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno ! Mi struggo e mi tormento ! O Dio, vorrei morir ! Babbo, pietà, pietà ! Babbo, pietà, pietà !

Oh mon petit papa chéri, (Ô mon cher petit papa) Il me plaît, il est beau, il est beau ! Je veux aller à Porta Rossa pour acheter l’anneau. (l’alliance) Oui, oui, je veux y aller ! Et si mon amour était vain J’irais sur le Ponte Vecchio pour me jeter dans l’Arno ! Je me consume, je me tourmente ! Ô Dieu ! je voudrais mourir ! Papa, pitié, pitié ! Papa, pitié, pitié !

Pour la fête des pères, faites de lui votre héros, le héros de son histoire. Offrez-lui le livre de sa vie.