Ella Fitzgerald - Every Time We Say Goodbye (1957) | Текст песни

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• Every Time We Say Goodbye (1957)

Every time 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.


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