Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
In other words, in other words
In other words
I love ... you

Fly me to the moon - Diana Krall

Well come along walk with me
And learn the songs that lovers sing
When they believe
We'll dance along the river's edge
Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore
The midnight cries
Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile
Just like a child you'll cling to me
From every sound along that rushes near
It's just the breeze that licks your skin
and rubs your breast
And as we lay our river's flow away
Your woman fear
Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile
With the morning sun we'll wake
And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly
Up mountain high
And on his wings our love will climb
And never fail until he soars and dives
Oh, he'll take your breath away
Well, he just came to chase the blues away
For awhile

Chase the blues away - Tim Buckley

Sim, sinceramente, amor
Eu não sei o que se passa em mim
É assim como uma dor
Mas que dói sem ser ruim
Sim, é ter no coração
Sempre uma canção
É tão embriagador
Deve ser, sim
Deve ser amor

Samba, samba diferente
Isto é estar contente
Gosto de chorar, de chorar, de chorar
Samba, ritmo envolvente
Como o amor da gente
Samba em chá-chá-chá
Chá-chá-chá
Chá-chá-chá

Deve ser amor - Vinicius de Moraes

Sail on silver wings
Through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me...

This night is filled with cries of
Dispossessed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
The innocence, consumed in dying rage!
The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart...

You will never find,
You will never find!

In power we entrust the love advocated - Dead can dance