Music by antonio carlos jobim, words by vinicius demoraes, translated by norman gimbel How insensitive. I must have seemed. When she told me that she loved me. How unnerved and cold. I must have
SAN ANTONIO ROSE. WRITER BOB WILLS. . Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San An - tone. Where in dreams I live with a memory, Beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found
Era una noche de fiesta. En un sitio cualquiera. Ya comenzaba la orquesta. Y de pronto te vi. Entre mil falsos colores. La ultima estrella. La coleccin de mis sueos. Mirandome asi. Con esos oj