Оригинален текст
Prelude to a kiss
If you hear a song in blue
like a flower crying for the dew,
that was my heart serenading you,
my prelude to a kiss.
If you hear a song that grows
from my tender sentimental woes,
that was my heart trying to compose
a prelude to a kiss.
Bridge:
though it's just a simple melody
with nothing fancy nothing much,
you could turn it to a symphony
a shubert tune with a gershwin touch.
Oh how my love song gently cries
for the tenderness within your eyes;
my love is a prelude that never dies,
a prelude to a kiss.
Bridge:
though it's just a simple melody
with nothing fancy nothing much,
you could turn it to a symphony
a shubert tune with a gershwin touch.
Oh how my love song so gently cries
for the tenderness within your eyes;
my love is a prelude that never dies,
a prelude to a kiss.