Текст песни Why Was I Born? - Ella Fitzgerald

Spending these lonesome evenings with nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself

Dreaming that you're beside me
I picture the prettiest stories only to wake up
All by myself

What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born?
Why am I living?
What do I get?
What am I giving?

Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for?
What can I hope for? I wish I knew

Why do I try to draw you near me?
Why do I do I cry?
You never hear me

I'm a poor fool, but what can I do?
Why was I born to love you?

I'm a poor fool, but what can I do?
Why was I born to love you?