Testo Rio Nights

Rio nights are full of silent splendour Down in dreamy old Brazil Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine Just waits for me, I know she loves me still The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops There beside the southern sea At this bewitching hour beneath an old rose bower Somebody there is lonesome just for me Rio nights are full of silent splendour Down in dreamy old Brazil Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine Just waits for me, I know she loves me still The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops There beside the southern sea At this bewitching hour beneath an old rose bower Somebody there is lonesome just for me Somebody there is lonesome just for me