歌手:Matt Monro
专辑:《Matt Monro - The Singer's Singer》

作词 : DAVIS, BENNY/SILVER, ABNER
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
On days like these, when skies are blue and fields are green,
I look around and think about what might have been;
And then I hear sweet music float around my head
As I recall the many things we left unsaid.
It's on days like these that I remember
Singing songs and drinking wine ，
While your eyes played games with mine.
On days like these, I wonder what became of you?
Maybe today you're singing songs with someone new.
I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees
Remembering the love we knew on days like these.
It's on days like these that I remember
Singing songs and drinking wine
While your eyes played games with mine.
On days like these, I wonder what became of you?
Maybe today you're singing songs with someone new.
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la