旧的 也是海边 只是在葡萄牙
Drunk on a summer night
You opened a bottle of tawny port,
when I gazed at the ebbing tides.
Bit by bit night gown covered the forte.
Sip by sip we slipped into moonlight.
My hands too shaky to pour you a drink.
But my feet still wobbled towards you.
Into you my world was to shrink.
A world in my arms tight and true.
My head swirled for a pillow,
found your laps that were mellow.
I felt floating in the sleeping sea,
a sea of candles surrounding me.
Your fingers combed my hair,
and mesmerized me like a lullaby.
Your breath sweetened the air,
and immersed me in a cherry pie.
I was drunk on a summer night,
half on the Port wine,
half on the candle light,
flickering in your eyes and mine.
when I gazed at the ebbing tides.
Bit by bit night gown covered the forte.
Sip by sip we slipped into moonlight.
My hands too shaky to pour you a drink.
But my feet still wobbled towards you.
Into you my world was to shrink.
A world in my arms tight and true.
My head swirled for a pillow,
found your laps that were mellow.
I felt floating in the sleeping sea,
a sea of candles surrounding me.
Your fingers combed my hair,
and mesmerized me like a lullaby.
Your breath sweetened the air,
and immersed me in a cherry pie.
I was drunk on a summer night,
half on the Port wine,
half on the candle light,
flickering in your eyes and mine.
