All Four Seasons.

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Buona domenica,  cari lettori!

Per il nostro break musicale di oggi vi invito all’ascolto di una canzoncina carina carina di Sting,  pubblicata nell’album “Mercury Falling” del 1996.

Nulla di serio o impegnativo:  Sting ironizza sul carattere mutevole della sua amata che puo’ nell’arco di un giorno cambiare quanto le quattro stagioni nell’arco dell’anno.  Vi verra’ da sorridere ascoltandola… 🙂

La dedico a mio marito,  perche’ oggi e’ uno dei nostri Anniversari.

Buon ascolto!   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaG_Lym4Zsw

(Nella foto:  le quattro stagioni sulle strade della Finlandia).

Happy Sunday,  dear readers!

For our musical break today I want to invite you to listen to a cute little song by Sting,  published on the 1996 album “Mercury Falling”.

Nothing serious or demanding:  Sting is just ironic about the changing character of his beloved who can change within a single day as much as the four seasons in the course of one year.  You’ll smile listening to it… 🙂

The dedication is to my hubby,  because we have today one of our Anniversaries.

Enjoy it!    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaG_Lym4Zsw

(In the above mosaic:  the four seasons on the road in Finland).

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All Four Seasons.

With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer She’s got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky And then just when she thinks that I’ve got her number Brings me down to the ground with her wintry eye That’s my baby She can be all four seasons in one day
And when the nighttime comes with no interference To our warm summer love with all its charms But like a thoroughbred horse she can turn on a sixpence And I find that I’m back in Mistress Winter’s arms That’s my baby She can be all four seasons in one day
How will I know? How can I tell? Which side of the bed she takes when the day begins She can be kind She can be cruel She’s got me guessing like a game show fool
She can change her mind like she changes her sweaters From one minute to the next it’s hard to tell She blows hot and cold just like stormy weather She’s my gift from the Lord or a fiend from hell That’s my baby She can be all four seasons in one day
Watching the weatherman’s been no good at all Winter, spring, summer, I’m bound for a fall There are no long term predictions for my baby She can be all four seasons in one day
How will I know? How can I tell? Which side of the bed she takes when the day begins She can be kind She can be cruel She’s got me guessing like a game show fool
If it’s a sunny day I take my umbrella Just in case the raindrops start to fall You could say that I’m just a cautious fellow I don’t want to be caught in a sudden squall That’s my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That’s my baby She can be all four seasons in one day
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