Текст: Madeleine Peyroux. Back In Your Own Backyard.

(by Billie Holiday)

That bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard

You'll see your castles in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard

Oh you can go to the East
Go to the West
Someday you'll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from

You'll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard

That bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you

Back in your own backyard

You'll see your castles in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard

You can go to the East
Go to the West
Someday you'll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from

You'll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own
Back in your own
Back in your own backyard