Frank Sinatra - Always

Tekst :

I ll be lovin you, always
With a love that s true, always
When the things you ve planned need a helpin hand
I will understand always, always

Days may not be fair, always
That s when I ll be there, always
Not for just an hour, not for just a day
Not for just a year, but always

Days may not be fair, always
That s when I ll be there, always
Not for just an hour, not just a day
Not for just one year but always

Always
Always
All the time

Inne utwory

  • All through the day
  • Boys and girls like you and me
  • Once i loved
  • All the things you are
  • A little learning is a dangerous thing
  • Autumn in New York
  • All of you
  • Who
  • Dream away
  • Nothing in common
  • The birth of the blues
  • The very thought of you
  • September song
  • Farewell, farewell to love
  • For a while
  • American beauty rose
  • Losowe utwory

    Atoned for cries

    I feel greed, ungracious oath
    through current flows, through solitude
    your stroke my cheek, this weird voice
    a mistry night where my lute cries

    This distant sounds they flee from me
    conceil my dread, black nebula
    I may observe the pouring rain

    Se poion na miliso

    Se Poion na miliso kai giati
    afou akoma kai oi filoi
    me varethikane
    na tous leo
    ap to vradi os to proi
    pos mou eleipses poli
    kourastikane ki autoi
    kai eksafanistikane.

    Alli mia nixta
    ston eauto mou klinomai
    xilia kommatia
    gia mia agapi pali ginomai,
    oso ki an klaio, toso...

    Little Maggie

    Oh, yonder stands little Maggie
    With a dram glass in her hand
    She s drinkin away her troubles
    She s a-courtin another man

    Last time I saw little Maggie
    She was sittin on the banks of the sea
    With a forty-four all around her
    And a banjo on her knee

    Pretty flowers were made for...

    Dust

    The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks
    Some ran, some promised they d be back
    Saigon all gone, ashes to dust, a solo dance, a solo dance

    Chorus:
    And when we leave, we leave our dust, we slap our clothes, we shake it...

    Hotter

    Girl picture this
    Come with me baby and we can floss in the whip
    But he didn t know I wasn´t on the money shit
    Bum real tight up top mad chick
    Independent chick
    But if you were me you - gotta, gotta
    Boy you gotta make me - hotter, hotter
    Baby can you make me...