Morena nativa, desde de criança. Passou a infância na beira do mar. Morena nativa, pitanga africana (ô iô iô). . Teu mel na minha boca vai me dominar.
Você é meu amigo. Com você não corro perigo. Eu vivo de emoção. Você faz parte. Da minha viola. E da minha canção. Você faz parte. Da minha viola. E da minha canção.
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square. They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there. On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
Love is funny or it's sad,. Or it's quiet or it's mad,. It's a good thing or it's bad,. But beautiful!. . Beautiful to take a chance. And if you fall, you fall,.
All or nothing at all. Half a love, never appealed to me. If your heart, never could yield to me. Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all. . All or nothing at all.
Je ne rêve plus ne rêve pas se vide en moi j'ai perdu quelque chose. Je n'entend plus je n'entend pas cette petite voix qui me disait. "On aura tout le temps".
Ooh, ooh, ooh. What a little moonlight can do. Ooh, ooh, ooh. What a little moonlight can do to you. You're in love. Your heart's fluttering all day long.
I was a hum-drum person. Leading a life apart. When love flew in through my window wide. And quickened my hum-drum heart. Love flew in thorough my window.
What's your story, morning glory. What makes you look so blue. The way that you've been acting. I don't know what to do. For I love you, sure as one and one make two.
Under a blanket of blue, just you and I beneath the stars. Wrapped in the arms of sweet romance, the night is ours. Under a blanket of blue, let me be thrilled by all your charms.
Like the beat, beat, beat,. Of the tom-tom;. When the jungle shadows fall,. Like the tick, tick, tock. Of the stately clock,. As it stands against the wall,.
I'm in love,. I'm in love,. I'm in love with a girl,. That's what's the matter with me. I'm in love,. I'm in love, with a beautiful girl,. But she don't give a darn about me.
When the porter yells Massachusetts. I'll be there with bells, Massachusetts. Homesick as can be, Massachusetts. Only place for me, Massachusetts. Got a special date.
There may be trouble ahead,. But while there's music and moonlight,. And love and romance,. Let's face the music and dance.. Before the fiddlers have fled,.
You hold your arms open wide. You say come and lay by your side. If this is just another ride you're taking me on,. Then leave me alone. . I'm not your part-time man.
It was just one of those things. Just one of those crazy flings. One of those bells that now and then rings. Just one of those things. . It was just one of those nights.
Hey Joe. What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy. Well come here Roy and get groovy. You bin uptown?. No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around. You mean to say you ain't bin uptown?.
You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,. Yet there's the upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth;. Oh, I believe in you,. I believe in you!.
Hush now don't explain. I know you raise Cain. I'm glad you're back. Don't explain. . Quiet, don't explain. You mixed with some dame. Skip that lipstick.
Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?. Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?. Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby back's up to leave?.