Текст песни The Doors - The piano bird
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A bird sings outside my piano, Lark of sweet love singing low, The more I play, the more he sings. He lives right up there in the green tree, Singing to me melodies, And in return I play for him. I played him a song on my piano. Chorus: Well, I played real good, I played what I could And in return, he sang for me. He lives right out there in the tree, Giving me his melodies. A bird sings outside my piano. Chorus. A bird sings outside my piano, Lark of sweet love singing low, He lives right out there in the green tree, Singing to me melodies, The more I play, the more he sings. A bird sings outside my piano. У моего пианино поёт птичка, Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви. Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт. Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев, Напевая мне мелодии, А я в ответ играю для него. Я сыграл ему песню на своём пианино. Припев: Да, я играл по-настоящему хорошо, Я сыграл всё, что мог, А в ответ он пел для меня. Он живёт совсем рядом, там, на дереве, Даря мне свои мелодии. У моего пианино поёт птичка. Припев. У моего пианино поёт птичка, Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви. Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев, Напевая мне мелодии, Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт. У моего пианино поёт птичка. Смотрите также:
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A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.
Chorus.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.
My piano is singing a bird
Sadly sings a lark of sweet love.
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
And in response, I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Yes, I played really well
I played everything I could
And in response, he sang for me.
He lives very close, there, on a tree,
Giving me your tunes.
My piano is singing a bird.
Chorus.
My piano is singing a bird
Sadly sings a lark of sweet love.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
The more I play, the more he sings.
My piano is singing a bird.
