Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Frank Sinatra

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play / Through a meadow land toward a closing door / A door marked nevermore that wasn’t there before / The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories

Today I may not have a thing at all / Except for just a dream or two / But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow / And all my tomorrows belong to you

Oh the weather outside is frightful / But the fire is so delightful / Since we’ve no place to go / Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Night and day, you are the one / Only you beneath the Moon or under the Sun / Whether near to me, or far / It’s no matter darling where you are

And now the purple dust of twilight time / steals across the meadows of my heart. / High up in the sky the little stars climb, / allways reminding me that we’re apart.

Each time I see a crowd of people / Just like a fool I stop and stare / It’s really not the proper thing to do / But maybe you’ll be there

My story is much to sad to be told / But practically everything leaves me totally cold / The only exception I know is the case / When I’m out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui

I know I stand in line / Until you think you have the time / To spend an evening with me / And if we go some place to dance

This is just a little samba / Built upon a single note / Other notes are sure to follow / But the root is still that note

Moon River, wider than a mile / I’m crossing you in style / Someday / Oh, dream maker