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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


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Настоящее имя Francis Albert Sinatra
Дата рождения 12 декабря 1915 г.
Место рождения Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Дата смерти 14 мая 1998 г.
Место смерти Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Годы 1935—1995
Лейблы Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
См. также Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Сайт Website



Альбом Frank Sinatra


Sinatra Sings...Of Love And Things (1962)
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Monique (Song From )
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It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you

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There's hidden persuasion within your eyes
Your charming indifference is but a disguise
I would be glad to love you if love is in the deal
But I must feel quite certain that the love is so real

Your hidden persuasion seems quite sincere
Perhaps my evasion is meaningless fear
Since every gain requires the element of chance
Here's hoping at least we'll find romance

Your hidden persuasion seems quite sincere
Perhaps my evasion is meaningless fear
Since every gain requires that element of chance
Here's hopin' at least we'll find romance
Here is hoping at least we'll find romance

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The moon was yellow, and the night was young.
A smile brought us together, and I was wond'ring whether
We'd meet again someday.
The moon was yellow, and a song was sung.
That vocal inspiration gave me the inclination
To give my heart away.
Here we are! Is our romance to continue?
Will it be my luck to win you.
May I look that far? Ah! My love is
Ah, my love is yellow and the night is young.

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I love paris in the spring time
I love paris in the fall
I love paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love paris in the winter when it drizzles

I love paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love paris, why oh why do I love paris
Because my love is here

I love paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love paris, why oh why do I love paris
Because my love is here

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When they see Monique, I know they'll understand
Monique, Monique, I've hungered so for this
Monique, Monique, the magic of your kiss
Monique, Monique, was Paris always there
Monique, Monique, I didn't know or care
But why am I dancing, my friends may well demand
I'll tell them Monique, Monique held my hand
When they see Monique, I'm sure they'll understand

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Chicago, Chicago that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago I will show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down

On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things they don't do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago my home town

Chicago, Chicago that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago I'll show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down

On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things that they never do on Broadway -- say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago -- that's my home town


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Like moonlight looks on a country side, like a rose that's silvered with dew,
Like sunlight looks on a meadow, love looks so well on you.
Like children look on a carousel, all the joys they feel shining through,
Like picnics look on a Sunday, love looks so well on you.
It's bright as the starlight in your eyes, with stardust in your hair,
And oh, that expression on your face, is one you should always wear.
Everyday you grow even lovelier, yes, you do, my darling, you do.
I love you every day of your life, cause love looks so well on you.

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Sentimental baby, sweet and gentle baby, just the way a baby oughta be,
Heaven in the morning, heaven in the evening, how did such an angel get to me?
Cuddle and caress me, snuggle up and yes me,
I'm a guy who loves a clinging vine,
Kiss me, baby, kiss me and then do it, baby, over again.
Sentimental baby, tell me you're my baby, sentimental baby of mine.
(instrumental)
I'm a guy who loves a clinging vine,
Kiss me, baby, kiss me and then do it, baby, all over again.
Sentimental baby, tell me you're my baby, sentimental baby of mine.

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When I walk through a jam, no one knows who I am,
Put your head on my chest, and I am Mr. Success.
Never closed me a deal, all at once I’m a wheel,
Just your head on my chest, and I’m Mr. Success.
Why I once knew a worrying man, he was a hurrying man,
With never a second to play,
He had appointments to keep, people to meet,
And it took thirty hours to make him a day,
Not for me, not what I wanna be,
Just your head on my chest, and I’m Mr. Success.
(instrumental)
Why, I once knew a worrying man, he was a hurrying man,
With never a second to play,
He had appointments to keep, lots of people to meet,
And it took thirty hours to make him a day,
Not for me, not what I wanna be,
Put my love to the test, that’s when I’m at my best,
Cause with you, pretty baby, standing by my side,
I couldn’t be a failure even if I tried,
Cause you make me Mr. Success.

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They came to Cordura, they came to Cordura,
In search of destiny as wand'rers have always gone.
And there in Cordura, somewhere in Cordura, the hand of destiny awaited a certain one.
Bring your hopes and dreams to Cordura, only if they dwell deep in your heart,
For the old men say, on each chosen day in Cordura,
They will bless your dreams or tear them apart.
They came to Cordura, they came to Cordura, and soon they're gone like all the rest,
But for him whose dream was blessed in Cordura, I found my love in Cordura.

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I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to feel low-down
I gotta right to hang around
Down
around the river

A certain gal in this old town
Keeps draggin' my poor (old) heart around
All I see,
for me is - misery

I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to moan and sigh
I gotta right to
sit and cry
Down around the river

I know the deep blue sea
Will soon be callin' me
It must be love -
say what you choose
I gotta right to sing the blues

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Something wonderful happens in summer
When the sky is a heavenly blue
You fall in love - you fall in love
With someone who loves you too

Something wonderful happens in summer
When the moon makes you feel all aglow
You fall in love - you fall in love
You want the whole world to know

You carve initials on a tree
You kiss and exchange a ring
June and July go by
Your heart sings: "ting-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling"

Something wonderful happens in summer
And it happens to only a few
But when it does - yes when it does
You'll feel wonderful - it happened to you

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