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Catana - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
Catana what goddess gave you the name
That has this heart of mine so aflame
Tell me Catana what heaven gave you your eyes
What elfin fiddler plays for your sighs
Fashioned of Venus that is your form and your face
Two clinging vines for arms hold me in tender embrace
While the mood poses from lips made of roses
Each word opposes all else but love
Catana like a Madonna you I'll adore forevermore
While the mood poses from lips made of roses
Each word opposes all else but love
Catana like a Madonna you I'll adore forevermore