Bunlardan biri de Frank Sinatra'nın 'The Gril from Ipanema'sı. Lisede çok sık dinlediğim bir şarkıydı. Sebebi vardı çünkü. Lise 2-lise 3 döneminde bir kıza aşıktım yada öyle olduğumu sanmıştım. Tam adını koyamıyorum, tamamen platonikti çünkü. Kıza açılamıyordum. Bu şarkıyı dinleyip efkarlanıyordum (ne salaklıkmış, şimdi düşününce). Sonra mektupla filan açılmış, ret almıştım, doğal olarak (başka bir salaklık). Neyse, bu şarkı bana o dönemi hatırlatır, tatlı bir anı olarak.
Frank Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim - The Girl from Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me,...)
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me,...)
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