Перевод: Стрейзанд, Барбра. Medley (From My Name Is Barbra, два ...).
F.Webster & J.Mandel) The shadow of your smile When you have gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes, my love, and see All
What the hell, I'm just glad I'm alive! Oh, I got plenty of nothin', and nothin is plenty for me Got my man, got my love, and I... I got my song!
: (J.Barry & T.Peacock) There will be violins playing Softly, somewhere, won't there? I shall be flying through rainbows Though I can't fly, shan't
boring weather; Quiet night no other sound, but hearts that beat together You can almost hear the things I'm thinking; You can almost see my heart take
nose, make me sneeze! I want to find my true love Like all the love songs say I want to do what I want I want to get my way Wild dreams grow wise When
: (G.Clarke & J.F.Hanley) Father has a business strictly second hand Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand Stuff in our apartment came from father
over today Spring brings roses to people you see But it brings hay fever to me My luck will vary surely That's purely a curse My luck has changed, Yes
simple life Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants Those things roll off my comb Just serve me tomatoes And mashed potatoes Any place I hang my hat is
laugh to cheer me through Till my heart is light As Summer rain... Hmm hmm... Youthful, No, my man ain't youthful That time's gone by But his head is
As if I remember my name But he touched me... He touched me... And suddenly nothing is the same! 'Cause he touched me... He touched me... And suddenly... nothing, nothing, nothing is
hope in time we'd wed No more songs for me Love was life though my heart pled Love was fooled and my heart fed Love was my water, my fire, my bread No
act As if I remember my name But he touched me... He touched me... And suddenly nothing is the same! 'Cause he touched me... He touched me... And suddenly... nothing, nothing, nothing is
(J.Barry & T.Peacock) There will be violins playing Softly, somewhere, won't there? I shall be flying through rainbows Though I can't fly, shan't I?
the simple life Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants Those things roll off my comb Just serve me tomatoes And mashed potatoes Any place I hang my hat is