Song | Spanish Is a Loving Tongue |
Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
Album | Come My Way |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
Spanish is a loving tongue | |
Soft as music, light as spray | |
'Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
Living down Sonora way. | |
He didn't look much like a lover | |
Yet I say his love words over | |
Often when I'm all alone, | |
Mi amor, mi corazón. | |
Moonlight on the patio, | |
Old Señora nodding near. | |
Me and Juan were talking low | |
So the Madre couldn't hear. | |
How those hours would go a-flying | |
And too soon I'd hear him sighing, | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
'Mi amor, mi corazón.' | |
Haven't seen him since that night, | |
He can't cross the line you know. | |
Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
Well, perhaps it's better so. | |
Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
'Adios, mi corazón.' |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Spanish is a loving tongue | |
Soft as music, light as spray | |
' Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
Living down Sonora way. | |
He didn' t look much like a lover | |
Yet I say his love words over | |
Often when I' m all alone, | |
Mi amor, mi corazo n. | |
Moonlight on the patio, | |
Old Se ora nodding near. | |
Me and Juan were talking low | |
So the Madre couldn' t hear. | |
How those hours would go aflying | |
And too soon I' d hear him sighing, | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
' Mi amor, mi corazo n.' | |
Haven' t seen him since that night, | |
He can' t cross the line you know. | |
Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
Well, perhaps it' s better so. | |
Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
' Adios, mi corazo n.' |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Spanish is a loving tongue | |
Soft as music, light as spray | |
' Twas a boy I learnt it from | |
Living down Sonora way. | |
He didn' t look much like a lover | |
Yet I say his love words over | |
Often when I' m all alone, | |
Mi amor, mi corazó n. | |
Moonlight on the patio, | |
Old Se ora nodding near. | |
Me and Juan were talking low | |
So the Madre couldn' t hear. | |
How those hours would go aflying | |
And too soon I' d hear him sighing, | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
' Mi amor, mi corazó n.' | |
Haven' t seen him since that night, | |
He can' t cross the line you know. | |
Wanted for a gambling fight, | |
Well, perhaps it' s better so. | |
Yet I sometimes sort of miss him | |
Since that last sad night I kissed him | |
Softly murmuring sweet and low, | |
' Adios, mi corazó n.' |