Прекрасен мой лев И влюблена я в твои глаза И над нами в ночи слабая доля звучи, звучи. Наши корни сплелись И наши дреды спутались И я шепчу в тени:"Джа
Хава нагила, хава нагила, Хава нагила, вэнисмэха. Хава нагила, хава нагила, Хава нагила, вэнисмэха. Хава нэранэна, хава нэранэна, Хава нэранэна вэнисмэха
Havana moon Havana moon Havana moon Havana moon All alone with a jug of rum Sittin' waiting for the boat to come Along the line they quietly dock The
PT boat on the way to Havana I used to make a livin' Man pickin' the banana Now I'm a guide for the CIA hooray For the U.S.A Baby, baby, make me a loco
I had no advantage over you There was troubles and I had 'em too Just 'cause you're so stung out Don't mean it can't work it out (Ba-ba-banana) This
PT-boat on the way to Havana I used to make a living, man, pickin' the banana Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the U.S.A. Baby, baby, make me a
I live on a big round ball I never do dream I may fall And even one day if I do Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you I don't even know where we are
By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol 1975 It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin' But the lady she played so easy and fine And the chords that
By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol One o'clock in mornin' People pilin' in thru the door Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin' And the audience
By: g. taylor 1975 If I was a road dog baby All o' my songs were true Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin' A whole lot more than I do But I don't know
By: jimmy buffett 1975 She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen They travel around for weeks at a time Writin' down descriptions of the places
This hotel room got a lot of stuff A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone Well, a light that comes on when I'm
M. Redbone/ A. Whitby stayed in bed i'm not a sleepyhead i've been accused of dreaming in neverland what you don't know i guess you'll never know that
The Captain Man he said he wanna to go Sail away out to the Island There's danger water when you hear the wind blow Sailors sleeping in the dry sand
Tropic days turn into steamy nights Stateside ways give in to appetites Panatelas under white straw hats Sit and soak, rum and coke Cuban rhythms push
Well the cops are at the door And you know that they want more They've got spears made for arms Tried to lure you with their charms You can hear the guns
Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone with jug of rum Me stand and wait for boat to come Is long the night, is quiet the dark The boat she late since
Hava nagila, Hava nagila, Hava nagila, Ve' nismecha. Hava nagila, Hava nagila, Hava nagila, Ve' nismecha. Hava neranena, Hava neranena, Hava neranena
