INSTRUMENTAL
Make me blind, cover my eyes You can do what you want I'm paralysed by the perfect mood When we're dancing with blindfolds on You make it easy to love
[VLADIMIR] It's one-two-three and suddenly I see it at a glance -- She's radiant And confident and born to take this chance. I taught her well. I
Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine You, you with the charmin' eyes Lately I've found myself
I hate the way you are So mean to me by far The most frigid girl That I have ever known You speak loudly but When I'm not around You'll be just like
Don't feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old More than realisation that you've let yourself be covered by mould Age is not something you wrap up
Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine You, you with the charming eyes Lately I've found
Frosted window panes Candles gleaming inside Painted candy canes on the tree Santa's on his way He's filled his sleigh With things, things for you and
Every dream with you I'll sway, dear To the Waltz you saved for me Every dream while I'm away, dear You'll hear this melody Whisper goodbye and gently
I'm writing a song all about you A true song as real as my tears But you've no need to fear it 'cause no one will hear it 'Cause sad songs and waltzes
Sometimes there's heartaches and teardrops will fall Good years and bad years, we live through it all There's no easy answer to the trouble I see But
(Vinicius de Moraes - Chico Buarque, 1970) Um dia ele chegou tao diferente do seu jeito de sempre chegar Olhou-a dum jeito muito mais quente do que sempre
Frosted window panes, candles gleaming inside Painted candy canes on the tree Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh With things, things for you and
Der letzte Tanz begann ich wollte gehn da sah ich dich so scheu alleine stehn. Und dann war dieser Abend doch noch nicht vorbei. Mit diesem Tanz begann
La nuit a ete longue Elle croise le matin S'allongent les ombres Encore et encore Et c'est deja demain Puisque la vie nous separe Et nous entraine loin
(I don't deserve credit for writing this song; it was channeled to me by an entity who claims to have been Chopin's hairdresser. -RR) I'm doing my affirmations
"WALTZING MATILDA WALTZ" - Eric Bogle Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags These