МУЗЫКА НОВОГОДНЯЯ, джаз, Фоновая музыка, Cafe Jazz, Новогодняя музыка, Café Jazz Джазовый Вечер в Декабре

It's a December jazz evening, the club is alive
The piano man's playing that old standard jive
The bass player's walking that familiar groove
While couples on the dance floor start to move

The singer takes the microphone with style and grace
A spotlight illuminates his weathered face
He's seen a thousand winters come and go
But still he loves to sing and steal the show

Pour me another bourbon on the rocks
Let's stay here till the morning, till the door unlocks
This December jazz evening feels so right
Let's make it last throughout the night

The waitress knows my order by heart
She's worked here since before the music start
She's seen lovers meet and lovers part
In this old jazz club, this temple of art

The trumpet player takes his solo now
The crowd erupts, takes a collective bow
His notes are liquid gold, so pure and clean
The best damn horn that I have ever seen

The cigarette smoke rises to the ceiling high
While the drummer keeps the rhythm with a knowing eye
He's played with all the greats throughout the years
Through happiness and heartache, joy and tears

This December jazz evening, let it never end
This music is my lover, my only friend
In this smoky room where time stands still
I'll stay here always, I know I will

The clock is pushing midnight but nobody cares
We're lost in the music, floating on air
This vintage club with its red velvet seats
Is where my soul and jazz music meets

So play another set, don't stop now
We'll listen to your stories, take another bow
This December jazz evening is pure gold
A timeless treasure that will never grow old