Triste
A. C. Jobim
Sad is to live in solitude
Far from your tranquil altitude
Sad is to know that no one ever could live on a dream
But never could be, will never be
Dreamer awake, wake up and see
Your beauty is an aeroplane
So high my heart can't bear the strain
A heart that stops when you pass by
Only to cause me pain
Sad is to live in solitude
Your beauty is an aeroplane
So high my heart can't bear the strain
A heart that stops when you pass by
Only to cause me pain
Sad is to live
In solitude
Sad is to live
Sad is to live
In solitude
Sad is to live
Sad is to live
Sad is to live