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Billie Holiday cantando:
Autumn in New York
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home
It's Autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It's Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Oh, Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you run down
Yes, jaded roués and gay divorcés
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it's divine
This Autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Oh, Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain
Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in Central Park
Greet Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
E mais uma coleção de memórias de pele, de cheiros, de sons, intraduzíveis por palavras ou imagens...
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home
It's Autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It's Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Oh, Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you run down
Yes, jaded roués and gay divorcés
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it's divine
This Autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Oh, Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain
Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in Central Park
Greet Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
E mais uma coleção de memórias de pele, de cheiros, de sons, intraduzíveis por palavras ou imagens...
4 comentários:
DE ESPÍRITO COBERTO
Que xaile negro nós somos,
Sempre negro, mesmo ao invés;
Mostra algumas clareiras,
onde reina a estupidez.
Uma Santa e Feliz Páscoa
de billie holiday passo a ella fitzgerald cantando Autumm in New York. de Klint à Klint mesmo. de uma visita sem intenção à uma descoberta boa, gostosa de ler. :)
Fica dentro do meu peito sempre uma saudaaade/Só pensando no seu jeito eu amo de verdaaade...heheheh
Sim, flor, é intraduzível.
Hahaha... que infame...rs
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