Frank Sinatra. Perdido. Zeneszám

Perdido,
I look for my heart
It's perdido
I lost it way down in torito
The day the fiesta started

Bolero,
I sway that they play the bolero
I kissed me the listing sombrero
And that's when my heart departed

High, was the sun when I held her close
Low, was the moon when we said, "adios"


Perdido
My heart ever since is perdido
I know I must go to torito
To find what I lost perdido

(scat)

High, was the sun when I held her close
Low, was the moon when we said, "adios"