МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Танцевальная музыка, Эротическая Музыка, Spanish Classic Guitar Cigarette Moon

A cigarette moon hangs low tonight,
Drawing circles in the light,
The tables whisper, glasses gleam,
I walk inside another dream.

The room exhales, the curtains sway,
The city throws its face away.

Cigarette moon, burn slow, burn blue,
I gave the night my best excuse,
Cigarette moon, don’t fade too soon,
I’m almost brave beneath your tune.

A trumpet coughs a golden note,
A memory buttons up its coat,
I chase the smoke from chair to chair,
And find your perfume everywhere.

Some loves vanish, some remain,
Like ash upon a windowpane.

Cigarette moon, burn slow, burn blue,
I gave the night my best excuse,
Cigarette moon, don’t fade too soon,
I’m almost brave beneath your tune.