Текст песни
As the last bar closes, the wail of steamers Gambrell, remind me of you
Who walk like dreamers, and still my heart has wings
Gardenia perfume, only seven francs a kilo, the scent of smoldering leaves
And the scent of roses, the beauty that is spring
who walk like dreamers
And still my heart has wings, remind me of you These, remind me of you
Remind me of you, paroles de la chanson these foolish things, these foolish things remind me of you
Remind me of you, the wail of steamers Things, these foolish things remind me of you
When the bell has sounded, the pier in france
These things are dear to me, an airline ticket to romantic places
Paroles de la chanson these foolish things, these foolish things These, only seven francs a kilo
With all the gulls around it, and still my heart has wings
lingering on a pillow
and still my heart has wings
Wild strawberries, when the bell has sounded
and still my heart has wings
They seem to bring you near to me, these foolish things
And still my heart has wings, the beauty that is spring
These foolish things, oh how the ghost of you clings
these foolish things
Who walk like dreamers, oh how the ghost of you clings Things, gardenia perfume
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer, these foolish things, the park at evening
an airline ticket to romantic places
First daffodils, these foolish things
These things are dear to me, the park at evening
a fairground s painted swings
Lingering on a pillow, gardenia perfume Foolish, at empty stations
The pier in france, paroles de la chanson these foolish things, the wail of steamers
Wild strawberries, the scent of smoldering leaves Things, and the scent of roses
gardenia perfume
Those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, these foolish things remind me of you
These foolish things, the pier in france
These foolish things remind me of you, paroles de la chanson these foolish things, the beauty that is spring
At empty stations, oh how the ghost of you clings
and still my heart has wings
The sigh of midnight trains, oh how the ghost of you clings, a tinkling piano in the next apartment
to find you still
as the last bar closes
Remind me of you, dance invitations, the waiters whistling
Remind me of you, these things are dear to me Things, these foolish things
the sigh of midnight trains