I found you in a hole in basement. Laying on the floor. You could feel the time come knocking. Knocking at your door. He'll give you something. And you'll were begging for more.
Light. There's light here. And it shines on you. It shines, yeah it shines down. It shines on you. . When you look around. It's so profound. Oh we can do.
There's a saying old says that love is blind. Still were often told, seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind. Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
San Francisco morning coming clear and cold. Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming. Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief. He said, musics real, the rest is seeming.
Everyday, everyday I have the blues. Everyday, everyday I have the blues. When you see me worried, baby. Because it's you I hate to lose. . Oh, nobody loves me, nobody seems to care.
Five o'clock in the morning. And there is no one on the street but me. Well, it's five o'clock in the morning. And there is no one on the street but me.
Ya no llores mujer ya no estés triste. Porque vas acabarte tú misma. Con tus penas, más vas a consumirte. Ya no llores, no acabes tu vida. . Ya no llores, no derrames más llanto.
Me cai de la nube que andaba. Como a veinte mil metros de altura. Por poquito que pierdo la vida. Esa fue mi mejor aventura. Por la suerte cai entre los brazos.
Nada me importa cuando me besas. de todo me olvido cuando no miro. tus lindos ojos es un martirio. . si tu supieras cuando te tengo. entre mis brazos mucho disfruto.
Que hare lejos de ti. Prenda de mi alma. Sin verte sin ohirte. y sin hablarte. . A cada instante. Intentare por olvidarte. Porque es un imposible nuestro amor.
Rodeada de amigas te encontrabas. La tarde que frente a ti pasaba. Con tristeza oí que te decían. Que baja está cayendo tu mirada. . Yo sé que mi cariño haz despreciado.
Death is an angel sent down from above. Sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so, for in heaven's own way. Each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Say it isn't so. . Say it isn't so,. Everyone is saying. You don't love me,. Say it isn't so.. . Everywhere I go,. Everyone I know,. . Whispers that you're growing tired of me,.
Say, have you seen a Carioca. It's not a foxtrot or a polka. It has a little bit of new rhythm, a blue rhythm that sighs. . It has a meter that is tricky.
Younger than springtime are you. Softer than starlight are you. Warmer than winds of June. Are the gentle lips you gave me. . Gayer than laughter are you.
Oh! Will you never let me be?. Oh! Will you never set me free?. The ties that bound us. Are still around us. There's no escape that I can see. And still those little things remain.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.. All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.. Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.. Starry-eyed again, takin' a chance on love..
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,. You may see a stranger across a crowded room,. And somehow you know, you know even then,. That somehow you'll see here again and again..
Speak low when you speak, love,. Our summer day withers away. Too soon, too soon.. . Speak low when you speak, love,. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,.
Once she dressed in silks and lace, Owned a Rolls Royce car. Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star. Draped around my kitchen sink , Happy as can be.