That Old Black Magic
Sammy Davis, Jr.
That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover that I've waited for
Nocturno
Nesmut, ked zivot ti zmeni cesty,
ktore si mu vyznacil,
ked srdce boli,
spomienka tazi,
slzy si utri a rozihraj svoj usmev.
Nesmut, ked zivot ti urci
logaritmy tazkych rieseni,
raz sa prebudis
a rano uvidis,
ze svetlo voslo v zivot tvoj.
Rad prijmi, ber svoj kriz!
cim tazsi je, tym si laske bliz.
Kriz ti naznaci,
na co rozum nestaci,
ze pod nim klesas,
aby si mohol nahor vystupit.