A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer A telephone that rings but who's to answer? Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you
Let me tell you First daffodills and all excited cables And candlelights on little corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you
The park at evening and scented roses And waiters whisling as the last bar closes The beauty that is spring springs
How strange, how sweet, to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you so near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you These foolish things Remind me of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
