Ella Fitzgerald - Midnight sun
Tekst :
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.
Each star it s own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
I can t explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
Was there such a night, it s a thrill I still don t quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline.
But oh my darling always I ll remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun.
Inne utwory
Let it snow I got rhythm Have you met miss Jones No strings Ace in the hole The man i love Funny face For you, for me for evermore Easy to love Satin doll Blue room Embraceable you Drop me off in harlem Bye bye blackbird Dream Happy blues Losowe utwory
Chaos w mojej głowie
Tak łatwo przebrzmiałe marzenia
Nie można tak bez końca padać na twarz
I płakać nocami
Nie można tak...
Cień na moich oczach
Jak zapomniane marzenia
Nie można tak z zamkniętymi oczami
Iść do przodu i umierać powoli
Look through the darkness the vision of life
then tell me what do you see.
A dream you believe is a life you can t see
something existis but can never be.
You will wake up but not from a dream
when you wake up...
See my soul as desire
Catch the words as they fall from my lips
Feel the passion grow higher
Lick the sweat from my fingertips
Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change
See my scars heat the hunter
Catch the thoughts as they race with the wind
Hear my heart beat...
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but want it too...
Pumpin the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She s the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream
She s just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone
Leroy Brown thought he was bad too