my cigarette climbs through the air. The walls of my room fade away in the blue, And I'm deep in a dream of you. The smoke makes a stairway for you
the blue And I'm deep in a dream of you The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend You come to my arms, may this bliss never end For we love a new
Tradução: Sinatra, Frank. De profundidad en un sueño.
from my cigarette climbs through the air. The walls of my room fade away in the blue, And I'm deep in a dream of you. The smoke makes a stairway for
