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These Foolish Things

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong2012年12月10日

These Foolish Things 歌詞

These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) - Ella Fitzgerald (埃拉·菲茨傑拉德)/Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特郎)

Oh will you never let me be

 

Oh will you never set me free

 

The ties that bound us

Are still around us

 

There's no escape that I can see

 

And still those little things remain

 

That bring me happiness or pain

 

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces

 

An airline ticket to romantic places

 

And still my heart has wings

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

 

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

 

A fair ground's painted swings

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

You came you saw you conquered me

 

When you did that to me

 

I knew somehow this had to be

 

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

 

A telephone that rings but who's to answer

 

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

 

First daffodils and long excited cables

 

And candle lights on little corner tables

 

And still my heart has wings

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

The park at evening when the bell has sounded

 

The Ile de France with all the gulls around it

 

The beauty that is Spring's

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

How strange how sweet to find you still

 

These things are dear to me

 

They seem to bring you near to me

 

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations

 

Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

 

Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow

 

Wild strawberies only seven francs a kilo

 

And still my heart has wings

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses

 

The waiters whistling as the last bar closes

 

The song that Crosby sings

 

These foolish things remind me of you

 

How strange how sweet to find you still

 

These things are dear to me

 

They seem to bring you near to me

 

The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers

Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers

Oh how the ghost of you clings

 

These foolish things remind me of you