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 of me
They allow you to go.
When you're near
there's such an air
of Spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
begin to sing about it
Theres no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time we say goodbye.
Autor: Cole Porter
segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2009
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gosto do cole porter, mas por esses tempos prefiro escutar o chet baker cantando.
ResponderExcluirOi amigo!
ResponderExcluirTenho um desafio pra vc no meu blog!
Passa lá!
=)