Just a little mood to sit and think for hours and hours Box of chocolates and a dozen flowers Just a little mood to sit and think for hours and hours and
Lady? Yes, Bird? It's cold, I know Bird, I cannot see a thing It's all in your mind I'm worried No one will come to see us Maybe they come but we just
Just a little room To sit and think for hours and hours Box of chocolates And a dozen flowers Just a little room To sit and think for hours and hours and
Превод: Птици и пчелни. Моята прекрасна лейди.
Превод: Lady \u0026amp; Bird. La Балада От Мария и птиците.
for you And I've been your slave My womb's an ocean full of Grief and rage My lady story My lady story My lady story My lady story And still you're
Blue skies are in the middle of a winter storm While your blue eyes are looking at me like before Still those blue skies are in the middle of a winter
Lady : Okay Bird : Come with me Lady : Shall we do it together Bird : Yeah Lady & Bird : 1 2 3....Aaaaaaah Bird : Lady? Lady : Yes Bird Bird : It's cold Lady
Feel what I feel (do what I do) Feel what I feel (do what I do) Feel what I feel (do what I do) Going away Feel what I feel (do what I do) Feel what
outside On the seventh day she looked up at me and said I am Lady And the boy said I am Bird but I cannot fly You are a bird
or not to be And I replied "Oh why ask me." Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please And you can do the
And if you walk real slow Hereby I fall And if you walk real slow Hereby I'll call your name You're wasting the hours waiting in your bed And searching
It's really hard to live for a long time
Run run run Run run run Run in the morning sun Run run run Run in the break of dawn
Stephanie says That she wants to know Why she's given half her life To people she hates now Stephanie says When answering the phone What country
Right here coming to life No one to blame Right now up and about A minute of fame I've been staying alive So many days No fear, happy or wise All
and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble
eatin on polyseeds Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and
