Para o K., com um doce trompete em fundo.
What good are words I say to you?
They can’t convey to you what’s in my heart
If you could hear instead the things I’ve left unsaid
Time after time
I tell myself that i’m so lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be
The one you run to see in the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know
The passing years will show you’ve kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
You’ll hear me say that i’m so lucky to be loving you
[J.Styne, S.Cahn.]