Текст песни Billie Holiday - Summertime

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'll gonna rise up singing.
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky.
But 'til that morning there's nothing can harm you
With daddy and mummy standing by.