Biography:
Charles Aznavour (Shahnour Vaghenag Aznavourian, Armenian: ??????? ??????? ???????????, Paris, France, 22 May 1924 - 1 October 2018) was a French-Armenian singer, lyricist, actor, public activist and diplomat. Aznavour was known for his unique tenor voice: clear and ringing in its upper reaches, with gravelly and profound low notes. In a career spanning over 70 years, he recorded more than 1,200 songs interpreted in eight languages.
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Other songs:
- Comme Ils Disent
- Dans Mon Coin
- Désormais
- Emmenez Moi
- Et Pourtant
- For Me
- Hier Encore
- Je Bois
- Je M'voyais Déjà
- La Boheme
- La Salle Et La Terrasse
- Le Temps
- Mes Amis Mes Amours
- Mes Emmerdes
- Mourir Pour Toi
- Plaisirs Démodés
- Sa Jeunesse Entre Ses Main
- She
- Sur Ma Vie
- Tu T'laisses Aller
- Une Jam
- And I In My Chair
- Emmenez
- For Me Formidable
- How Sad Venice Can Be
- Il Faut Savoir
- La Bohemia
- Les Comediens
- Les Deux Guitares
- Morir De Amor
- Parce Que Tu Crois
- Que Cest Triste Venise
- Qui
- Quien
- Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
- Sa Jeunesse
- Trousse Chemise
- Tu Te Laisses Aller
- Un Poco Antes De La Guerra
- Une Vie Damore
- Venecia Sin Ti
- Y Por Tanto
- Yesterday When I Was Young
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"How Sad Venice Can Be"
aka "Que c'est triste Venise"
BY:
Charles Aznavour(Music);
Gene Lees (Lyrics-English);
Francoise Dorin (Lyrics-French)
[Key - Bb]
[VERSE 1]
Bb
How sad Venice can be
F
When you return alone
Gm
To find a memory
F
In every paving stone.
Cm
I walk among the birds
F
That fill San Marco's Square
C
With echoes of her words
F
Around me in the air.
[CHORUS]
Bb
How sad Venice can be
G
When the mandolins play
Cm
A song she sung for me
F
One unforgotten day.
Bb
Like images of sleep
Eb
The gondoliers go by
Cm
But when I try to weep
F Bb
I find my tears are dry.
[Key Change - B]
[VERSE 2]
B
How sad Venice can be
Abm
When mist is in your eyes
C#m
And you can hardly see
F#
As pigeons fill the skies.
C#m
I find the little street
F#
And then the old café
C#m
Where we would always meet
F#
To dream away the day.
[CHORUS]
B
How sad Venice can be
A Ab
Be-neath the silent moon
C#m
That rises from the sea
F#
And silvers the la-goon.
B
I hear the vespers chime
Abm
And cross the Bridge of Sighs
C#m
I know that it is time
F# B
To bid my last good-byes.
[Key Change - C]
[SEGUE]
C
There's nothing more to say
F
I pass beneath the light
Dm
And then I turn away
G C
From Venice in the night.
[OUTRO]
C
How sad Venice can be
F A
It's too lonely to bare
F
When you have lost the love
G C
That you discovered there.
aka "Que c'est triste Venise"
BY:
Charles Aznavour(Music);
Gene Lees (Lyrics-English);
Francoise Dorin (Lyrics-French)
[Key - Bb]
[VERSE 1]
Bb
How sad Venice can be
F
When you return alone
Gm
To find a memory
F
In every paving stone.
Cm
I walk among the birds
F
That fill San Marco's Square
C
With echoes of her words
F
Around me in the air.
[CHORUS]
Bb
How sad Venice can be
G
When the mandolins play
Cm
A song she sung for me
F
One unforgotten day.
Bb
Like images of sleep
Eb
The gondoliers go by
Cm
But when I try to weep
F Bb
I find my tears are dry.
[Key Change - B]
[VERSE 2]
B
How sad Venice can be
Abm
When mist is in your eyes
C#m
And you can hardly see
F#
As pigeons fill the skies.
C#m
I find the little street
F#
And then the old café
C#m
Where we would always meet
F#
To dream away the day.
[CHORUS]
B
How sad Venice can be
A Ab
Be-neath the silent moon
C#m
That rises from the sea
F#
And silvers the la-goon.
B
I hear the vespers chime
Abm
And cross the Bridge of Sighs
C#m
I know that it is time
F# B
To bid my last good-byes.
[Key Change - C]
[SEGUE]
C
There's nothing more to say
F
I pass beneath the light
Dm
And then I turn away
G C
From Venice in the night.
[OUTRO]
C
How sad Venice can be
F A
It's too lonely to bare
F
When you have lost the love
G C
That you discovered there.
Charles Manson
Charles Strauss
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