Текст песни Мэри Поппинс 1964 - Покормите птиц

Every day to the old church of Saint Paul
Old woman talking in the morning
And bags of grain, who would have walked past or,
Mark offers to all of us.

"Sir, feed the birds, so in the rain and snow
a song to save their own.
Yes, do not you feel sorry for 2d at all?
Help the weak, pray.
You trifle birds lunch,
On 2 pence each packet. "
Century flies, people in a hurry,
Only hundreds of birds circling over it.

And the apostles look from the top of the cathedral,
And let them not see people,
But know that they are smiling people
Suggested as 2 pence for birds.

Attendant of the simple words
Hear every one in whom pity alive.
"You trifle birds lunch,
2 pence each packet. "
Simple words it does not melt:
"Hear, hear our conscience?
Bird food - weak hello,
On 2 pence each packet. "