Из альбома: Michael Buble

The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand

Two sweethearts, and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind

The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

Комментарии

2006.10.04

Alyssa

Эх, как жаль, что никто не слушает современный джаз. Это ж новый Фрэнк Синатра! Только послушайте, какой голос! Не знаю как вы, а я влюблена в джаз.