Текст песни Ирина Отиева - Папа, мама, джаз

The old Times distant photo
In our album is carefully stored .
There's my dad like a Don Quixote ,
Mom miracle - well, how can we not love !
And next to them young musicians ,
Which once and dad together.
Played jazz, jazz magic ,
A mother sang songs .
Ringtones bygone days.
 
I'm a mom , I'm like Dad
Since childhood, fond of jazz .
And my father , and my mother
I try to play and sing jazz only .

I'm a mom , I'm like Dad
Since childhood, fond of jazz .
And my mother , and my father
I try to play and sing ,
I try to play and sing ,
I try to play and sing jazz only .