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These foolish things Rod steward
Words by Holt Marvell
Music by Jack Strachey and Harry Link
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you so near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Remind me of you
Remind me of you 这些可笑的事物 洛史都华
一根沾了唇印的香烟
一张飞往浪漫之地的机票
我的心仍带着双翼
这些可笑的事物，让我想起了你
隔壁公寓的叮咚钢琴声
那些在我心里，难以向你表白的话语
舞池中衣着光鲜的男女旋转着
这些可笑的事物，让我想起了你
你向我走来，你看着我，让我无法抗拒
当你对我做了这些
我知道事情必然会如此
三月的微风舞动我的心
电话响了，但谁在乎？
噢，你的身影挥之不去
这些可笑的事物，让我想起了你
火车经过传来燃烧的味道
两个恋人像作梦般走在街上
噢，你的身影挥之不去
这些可笑的事物
让我想起了你
多么另人不解，却又多么甜蜜，身旁的妳
这些事物对我而言如此亲切
它们似乎让你更贴近我
午夜里，空无一人的车站传来的汽笛声
舞会邀请函伴着散落地上的丝袜
噢，你的身影挥之不去
这些可笑的事物
让我想起了你…
让我想起了你…
让我想起了你… | 
