R.S.Productions - Вальс-Бостон На Английском

КАВЕР На Песню Александра Розенбаума - Deep Jazz

On a carpet made of amber leaves in a simple
dress of crepe that shine the wind had gifted with finesse.
hearts and dancing alley shade.
Warmth was leaving with the day and saxophones played
from the neighborhood.
The people gathered near.
Even birds flew down from rooftops to appear.
Golden dancer wings applauding in the sky.
Oh, how long ago that music used to fly.
How often
I see that dream, that magical dream
where autumn spins the
Boston walls in golden glee.
Leaves keep falling
below.
The record softly plays.
Please don't leave.
Just stay a while.
My sweet amaze.
How often
I see that dream, that wonderful dream where rotten dances
Boston walts in twilight beam.
drunk. with joy, forgetting years that slipped away.
Stood the house in love with youth of yesterday.
Windows open, walls were swaying in delight to all who lived within.
It shared the shining night.
When the notes had faded in the evening gloom,
every end begins as something new in bloom.
Oh, inside a single tear, a gentle rain.
Oh, that walts, how sweet it was.
And what a pain.
How often
I see that dream, that magical dream