Текст: Irving Berlin. What'll I Do.

Gone is the romance that was so divine
Tis broken and cannot be mended
You must go your way and I must go mine
But now that our love dreams have ended

What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?

What'll I do?
When I am wondering who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?

What'll I do
With just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

What'll I do
With just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?