me and a whole lot of you Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too Then let it rise for a hundred years or two And that's the recipe for making love
Always be caught up in love with me And you'll dream that the stars up above Have the answer of whether we'll be Or whether we won't be In love Well, we are We are
The sun sets red with rage White clouds float by Like high cotton Blank as an empty page Blue is a color buried Not forgotten Sweet as mother's milk
I see your eyes drifting, drifting I'm really not that naive You wear a smile but it's drifting, drifting While I wear my heart on my sleeve I feel your
Under a clock By an information desk I'll be there will bells on By an old oak A fountain in the park Just don't be long By the ticket counter for love
're in love The man in the moon is smiling 'Cause he's in love with the girl in the world The man in the moon is smiling 'Cause he's in love with the
give me medicine They'll drag me away And as I go you'll hear me say I could have been a decent match for edison Ideas are few and far between And good ideas are
Just a boy then Now that we're tall and all grown A house, a car lives of our own We put off but we can't postpone The way we become men I remember
I spent last night dreaming of your eyes But your hair kept getting in the way Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been But when I tried to kiss
's alright with me It's the wrong song In the wrong style Though your smile is lovely It's the wrong smile It's not her smile But it's such a lovely
in Berkeley Square The moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown How could he know that we two were so in love? The whole
Turn off the music, take down the signs Pack up the boxes, put away the wine No toast for the future No reward for the find If looks could kill This
Превод: Connick Хари младши. Ние се обичаме.
Превод: Сваляне, младши. Ние се обичаме.
: Turn off the music Take down the signs Pack up the boxes Put away the wine No toast for the future No reward for the find If looks could kill This
sang in Berkeley Square The moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown How could he know we two were so in love The whole
