VANSERIJSKI NAPOJ

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be,I live in memory among my souvenirs..
Some letters sad and blue a photograph or two,I see a rose from you among my souvenirs..
A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest and, though they do their best to give me consolation,
I count them all apart and, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heart among my souvenirs...

FRANK SINATRA

Tekst je lijep, ali njega ne volim, mafijaško potrkalo ...

Ak si već u tom điru (Rat Pack)....(sjećam se zadnji put isto Sinatra)....daj nešto od Dean Martina smisli.
:-)))
On mi je stoput bolji.
I veća faca.

ah,ja obozavam sinatru...sad me uhvatio taj period kad samo njega mogu smisliti :) dean,mogla bih i s njim pokusati :)