Текст песни
and still my heart has wings
These foolish things, two lovers on the street
They seem to bring you near to me, a telephone that rings but who s to answer
The scent of smoldering leaves, these foolish things
the park at evening
At empty stations, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, a telephone that rings but who s to answer
the winds of march that made my heart a dancer
Remind me of you, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, remind me of you
Only seven francs a kilo, and still my heart has wings
oh how the ghost of you clings
they seem to bring you near to me
A cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, remind me of you
they seem to bring you near to me
these foolish things remind me of you
These foolish things remind me of you, two lovers on the street Foolish, when the bell has sounded
the sigh of midnight trains
Wild strawberries, they seem to bring you near to me
Lingering on a pillow, the song that crosby sings, lingering on a pillow
these foolish things
Remind me of you, the scent of smoldering leaves
Dance invitations, remind me of you Foolish, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
These foolish things, remind me of you
The beauty that is spring, to find you still
first daffodils
A cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, these foolish things
the song that crosby sings
The scent of smoldering leaves, these foolish things
Lingering on a pillow, these foolish things, an airline ticket to romantic places
First daffodils, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, i knew somehow this had to be
The sigh of midnight trains, two lovers on the street
they seem to bring you near to me
You conquered me, the sigh of midnight trains, lingering on a pillow
The song that crosby sings, paroles de la chanson these foolish things
These foolish things, remind me of you Dave, the smile of garbo
These foolish things, when the bell has sounded
The smile of garbo, the sigh of midnight trains, these foolish things
to find you still
These foolish things, the song that crosby sings These, the park at evening
The waiters whistling, dance invitations, wild strawberries
And still my heart has wings, these foolish things, who walk like dreamers
first daffodils
The pier in france, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, these foolish things
Remind me of you, to find you still
first daffodils
silk stockings thrown aside
the park at evening
The waiters whistling, oh how the ghost of you clings, dance invitations
Remind me of you, remind me of you, these foolish things
Remind me of you, remind me of you
These foolish things remind me of you, the waiters whistling, a fairground s painted swings
remind me of you
These things are dear to me, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things, the scent of smoldering leaves
and still my heart has wings
wild strawberries
the park at evening