Кувала зозуля у мрійне світання Чарівний доранок мов зніжений сон Довіку навіки взаємне кохання Солодкий цілющий бажаний дом Приспів: Щастя лебедем летіло
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better white blooms to white
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain Run like a river, fall like a fountain The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy The king in I died He kept floating past my eyes And singing his songs Life was
1. Auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck sim-sa-la-dim bam-ba sa-la-du sa-la-dim auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck saß. 2. Da kam ein junger Jäqer ... da
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She sings as she flies She never gets lonesome Till the first day of July I've gambled in England And I've gambled
I was never just an ordinary girl Who underwent a transformation I always thought that I could see the stars And watch them grow in my hands But my mind
Oh, cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever holler, Cuckoo Till the fourth day of July Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds
oh the cuckoo (oh the cuckoo) she's a pretty bird (she's a pretty bird) she wore holes, as she flies she never says cuckoo till the fourth day of July
Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever hollar cuckcoo Till the fourth day of July Jack o' Diamonds Jack o' Diamonds
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
(Traditional) Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high So I can see my darling as she goes passing by Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and
Hey you cuckoo! See you're in the paper late today, accused of something, and your lips are closed to all of those who know she's missing. Talk abounds
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[Royce Da 5'9":] My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula
