Nada Knežević - Round about midnight

It begins to tell,
Round midnight, round midnight.
I do pretty well, till after sundown,
Suppertime I’m feelin’ sad;
But it really gets bad,
Round midnight...

Memories always start
Round midnight, round midnight
Let the angels sing,
Till you’ re returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.

When a quarrel we had needs mending,
Does it mean that our love is ending?
Darlin’ I need you, lately I found
You’re out of my arms,
And I’m out of my mind.

Last tales goes
Round midnight, round midnight
Let the angels sing,
Till you’ re returning.
Suppertime I’m feelin’ sad;
And old midnight comes too…

(T. Monk)