歌曲 | This Happy Madness (Estrada Branca) |
歌手 | Antonio Carlos Jobim |
专辑 | Terra Brasilis |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(by Antonio Carlos Jobim & | |
Vinícius De Moraes | |
, | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness | |
That I feel inside of me? | |
Somekind of wild October gladness | |
That I never thought I'd see | |
What has become of all my sadness | |
All my endless lonely sighs? | |
Where are my sorrows now? | |
What happened to the frown? | |
And is that self contented clown standing there | |
Grining in the mirror really me? | |
I'd like to run through Central Park | |
Carve your initials in the bark of every tree | |
I pass for everyone to see | |
I feel that I've gone back to childhood | |
And I'm skipping through the wild wood | |
So excited that I don't know what to do | |
What do I care if I'm a juvenile? | |
I smile my secret smile | |
Because I know the change in me is you | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness all this unexpected joy | |
That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy? | |
The gods are laughing far above | |
One of them gave a little shove | |
And I fell gaily, gladly madly into love |
by Antonio Carlos Jobim | |
Vini cius De Moraes | |
, | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness | |
That I feel inside of me? | |
Somekind of wild October gladness | |
That I never thought I' d see | |
What has become of all my sadness | |
All my endless lonely sighs? | |
Where are my sorrows now? | |
What happened to the frown? | |
And is that self contented clown standing there | |
Grining in the mirror really me? | |
I' d like to run through Central Park | |
Carve your initials in the bark of every tree | |
I pass for everyone to see | |
I feel that I' ve gone back to childhood | |
And I' m skipping through the wild wood | |
So excited that I don' t know what to do | |
What do I care if I' m a juvenile? | |
I smile my secret smile | |
Because I know the change in me is you | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness all this unexpected joy | |
That turned the world into a baby' s bouncing toy? | |
The gods are laughing far above | |
One of them gave a little shove | |
And I fell gaily, gladly madly into love |
by Antonio Carlos Jobim | |
Viní cius De Moraes | |
, | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness | |
That I feel inside of me? | |
Somekind of wild October gladness | |
That I never thought I' d see | |
What has become of all my sadness | |
All my endless lonely sighs? | |
Where are my sorrows now? | |
What happened to the frown? | |
And is that self contented clown standing there | |
Grining in the mirror really me? | |
I' d like to run through Central Park | |
Carve your initials in the bark of every tree | |
I pass for everyone to see | |
I feel that I' ve gone back to childhood | |
And I' m skipping through the wild wood | |
So excited that I don' t know what to do | |
What do I care if I' m a juvenile? | |
I smile my secret smile | |
Because I know the change in me is you | |
What should I call | |
This happy madness all this unexpected joy | |
That turned the world into a baby' s bouncing toy? | |
The gods are laughing far above | |
One of them gave a little shove | |
And I fell gaily, gladly madly into love |