chiquilín de bachín

—El mundo es la suma del pasado y de lo que se desprendió de nosotros— Novalis

martes, febrero 22, 2005


Hermosa balada de jazz escrita por Johnny Mercer y
cantada de formidablemente por Harry Connick Jr.

Dice Harry:
'So here's a New Orlenian cha-cha
put to a great ''South American'' classic'.

South American stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream
The beauty of her race though you doubt all the stories
And think that the tales are just a bit extreme,
wait till you see her face
Tangerine, she is all they claim
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine, when she dances by
Señoritas stare and caballeros sigh
And I've seen toasts to Tangerine
Raised in every bar across the Argentine
Yes she has them all on the run
but her heart belongs to just one
her heart belongs to Tangerine