الأغاني:
Sinatra Frank Triste

Writer(s): antonion carlos jobim Sad is to live in solitude Far from your tranquil altitude Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream That

Sad is to live in solitude far from your tranquil altitude Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream That never can be, will never be dreamer

Sad is to live in solitude far from your tranquil altitude Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream That never can be, will never be dreamer

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belonging, And everything is beautiful to see. Even when it's raining, sounds of heaven singing Is simply

Through a blurry window out above the rooftop, I keep looking at the rain-swept sky In this small apartment where she used to love me, I just sit here

: Through a blurry window out above the rooftop, I keep looking at the rain-swept sky In this small apartment where she used to love me, I just sit here

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belonging, And everything is beautiful to see. Even when it's raining, sounds of heaven singing Is simply