Элла Фицжеральд, Луи Армстронг - Summertime текст песни

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good lookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning, there's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standing by


All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.