Не важно что в тебе творится, в моих ушах играет
Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and
Your ma is good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singing
Yes you'll
Spread your wings
And you'll take
To the sky
But till that morning