Из альбома: Songs of Sinatra
Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
| № | Топ 3 Steve Tyrell |
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| 1 | Steve Tyrell - The Very Thought of You |
| 2 | Steve Tyrell - I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself |
| 3 | Steve Tyrell - Night & Day |