It was just one of those things,
just one of those crazy flings,
one of those bells that now and then rings,
just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
just one of those fabulous flights,
a trip to moon on gossamer wings, just one of those things.
(ορισμένα τραγούδια είναι σαν τη γρίπη, μέχρι να μου περάσει νομίζω ότι θα με στοιχειώνει για πάντα)
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a trip to moon on gossamer wings
τη νύχτα καθώς το φεγγάρι γεμίζει τα δόρατα μου και τα δάκρυα της
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