Jazz é amor, é puro sentimento! E mesmo letras assim nos deixam... sei lá... :D É absolutamente lindo!!!
Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.
Well, and when i see you again,
i'll kiss you so strongly that our lips will burn!
=P
And it's a new reborn!
Spring Time!!! =)
