We'll lie in bed And ignore the tv Watch the clouds sift through The irreal And you'll be in my arms again There's no need to cry Of all the things so
Перевод: Уоррендер, Скотт. Моя колыбельная.
(by Ella Fitzgerald) Lullaby of birdland, that's what I always hear when you sigh Never in my woodland Could there be words to reveal In a phrase how