A Bossa Love
Dada…
A moonlight serenade starts playing in my head,
The beauty of creation passing by.
A sentimental journey with the sunshine in my hand,
Wonderful reflections in your eyes.
Dada…
Dance with me – till we hear that distant melody,
A carnival of colours fading in.
That special vis-a-vis in a seaside restaurant,
And tonight – I’m flying high.
Dada…
Autor(es): Martin Strathausen
