Billie Holiday - Solitude (Sped Up) текст песни

Текст песни Solitude (Sped Up) - Billie Holiday




In my solitude, you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude, you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair, filled with despair
There's no one who could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude, I'm praying
Dear Lord, above send back my love
I sit in my chair filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude, I'm praying
Dear Lord, above, send me back my love



Авторы: Edgar Eddie De Lange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington


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