Mary in the morning Chasing the rainbow in her dreams so far away And when she turns to touch me I kiss her face so softly And then my Mary wakes to
Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning When through the sleepy haze I see her lying there Soft as the rain that falls on summerflowers Warm
Перевод: Пресли, Элвис. Марии в Утро.
: Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning When through the sleepy haze I see her lying there Soft as the rain that falls on summerflowers Warm