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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


The Essence Of Frank Sinatra (1994)
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Get in touch with that sundown fellow
As he tiptoes across the sand
He's got a million kinds of stardust
Pick your fav'rite brand, and

Dream, when you're feeling blue
Dream, that's the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You'll find your share of memories there

So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream

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Dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Dream
So dream, dream, dream

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If I don't see her each day, I miss her
Gee what a thrill, each time I kiss her
Believe me, I've got a case
On Nancy, with the laughing face

She takes the winter and makes it summer
And summer could take some lessons from her
Picture a tomboy in lace
That's Nancy with the laughing face

Did you ever heard mission bells ringing
Well she'll give you the very same glow
When she speaks you would think it was singing
Just hear her say hello

I swear to goodness, you can't resist her
Sorry for you she has no sister
No angel could replace Nancy with the laughing face

Keep Betty Grable, Lamour & Turner
She makes my heart a charcoal burner
It's heaven when I embrace my Nancy with the laughing face

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Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out laterShe smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

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Before Lord God made the sea or the land
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand
And one little star fell alone

Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air
For the little dark star in the wind down there
And he stated and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost no more

Now, a man don't mind if the stars get dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So long as the Lord God's watching over him
Keeping track how it all goes on

But I've been walking through the night and the day
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray
And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away
Forgetting his promise and the word he'd say

And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars big stars blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars big stars blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars

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Ain'tcha ever coming back, aintcha? can't ya see the difference it makes?
I'm half myself without your kisses,
One more night of doing without 'em will drive me crazy


Won'tcha make me smile again, won'tcha? just a word is all that it takes.
Your hello will let me know that we're the same as we used to be,
Oh, ain't cha ever coming back to me?

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You're my girl
The boys all know
You're my girl
I've told them so

You should have seen how their faces fell
when they were wishing me well
They called me a lucky guy
And I couldn't hide a feeling of pride

You're my girl
I've chosen you to be mine
My whole life through

And if this heart of mine had a voice
You'd hear it second my choice
You're what I've waited for
And you're my girl


The kiss that see me come to call
Have written your name
And my name on the wall

It's common gossip everywhere
That you and I have got it bad for fair

You're my girl
I've chosen you to be mine
My whole life through

And if this heart of mine had a voice
you'd hear it second my choice
You're what I've waited for
And you're my girl

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How glad the many millions of Annabelles and Lillians
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance
I fell and it was swell

I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I shall never never know
It's not that you're attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view

I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time give me sigh
I never had the least notion that
I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush on you

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage
That we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush, my baby, on you

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Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

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There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he
And then one day, a magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

(There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea)
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he
(Very wise was he)
And then one day, a magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

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Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go
Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

You got to realize this is the wind-up
You're gonna feel much better
Once you make your mind up

Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

So you lost your gal
It's happened many times before
So you sit and mope like a dope
What's that good for,
Get a hold of yourself, forget her
You lived long before you met her
There're lots of other girls, so I say

Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go
Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

(You got to realize this is the wind-up
You'll feel much better
Once you made your mind up)

Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

Take a look around
And see just what you're missing
You'll soon forget your troubles
Joe, if you'd only listen

So don't cry, Joe, let her go
(Better forget her)
Let her go, Joe, let her go
(Poor Joe)

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That old master painter from the faraway hills
painted the violets and the daffodills
He put the purple in the twilight haze,
then did a rainbow for the rainy days
Dreamed up the murals on the blue summer skies,
painted the devil in my darlin's eyes
Captured the dreamer with a thousand thrills
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Then came his masterpiece and when he was through
He smiled down from heaven and he gave me you
What a beautiful job on that wonderful day
That old master painter from the hills far away


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Lover, when I'm near you
And I hear you
Speak my name
Softly, in my ear
You breathe a flame

Lover, when we're dancing
Keep on glancing in my eyes
Til loves own enchanting music dies

All of my future is in you
You're every plan I desire
Promise you’ll always continue
To be mine

Lover, please be tender
When your tender fears depart
Lover, I surrender
To my heart

All of my future is in you
You're every plan I desire
Promise you’ll always continue
To be mine

Lover, please be tender
When your tender fears depart
Lover, I surrender
To my heart

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