Tuesday, December 1, 2009

after rain songs


The boy from Ipanema


City of flower

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
Each girl he passes goes - ah

When he walks
He's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes each girl
He passes goes - ah

Ooh, but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day
When he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes goes - ah

I smile - but he doesn't see (doesn't see)
He just doesn't see, he never sees me

(adapted from the girl from ipanema-frank sinatra)

"yeah, it's only takes 2 hours from here, yeah we're get there arrive and brought new stories, we're going to a place i know, where i was born, the city of flowers we're waiting so long. Life too short you could be shy, remember this time, leave all your troubles behind..." (city of flower-Aditya sofyan)

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