Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet
I know why I've waited Know why I've been blue I prayed each night for someone Exactly like you Why should we spend money On a show or two? No one plays
I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a girl could want to do I could never see tomorrow I was never told about the sorrow
Este seu olhar quando encontra o meu Fala de umas coisas Que eu nao posso acreditar Doce e sonhar, e pensar que voce Gosta de mim como eu de voce Mas
Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah When he walks he's like a samba
It seems we stood and talked like this before We looked at each other in the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes you're wearing
You're my thrill, you do something to me You send chills right through me when I look at you 'Cause you're my thrill You're my thrill, how my pulse increases
You're just too marvelous, too marvelous For words like glorious, glamorous And that old standby amorous It's all too wonderful, I'll never find the
If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let
Someone to hold me tight That would be very nice Someone to love me right That would be very nice Someone to understand Each little dream in me Someone
The torch I carry is handsome It's worth its heartache in ransom And as the twilight steals I know how the lady in the harbor feels When I want rain,
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know Think so little
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet cords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet
Tłumaczenie: Krall, Diana. Quiet Nights.
: I search for phrases to sing your praises But there aren't any magic adjectives To tell you all you are You're just too marvelous, too marvelous For
: I've grown accustomed to his face, He almost makes the day begin, I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistle night and noon. His smiles, his frowns