кукушка, шепни на ушко мне Дай знать сколько песен не спели мы Кукушка не молчи, правду всю доложи Дай мой путь и совета кукушка Подскажи дорогу, шепни
Солнце моё, взгляни на меня Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак И если есть порох - дай огня Вот так! Сколько недописанных песен пылится в моём столе, Хватит
песен ещё ненаписанных сколько скажи кукушка пропой в городе мне жить или на выселках камнем лежать или гореть звездой солнце моё взгляни на меня
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
CHORUS When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign
Glad to see you, I had a funny dream And you were wearing funny shoes, you were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk but you are too young to
El relojito cucu sonaba Papa beso mi frente Me dijo buenas noches hijito Y me apago la luz Oye cucu papa se fue Prende la luz Que tengo miedo Oye
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
(Monsterpiece Theatre overture plays as we pan in on Cookie Monster seated in his chair wearing his lovely red smoking jacket.) Cookie Monster: Good
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
La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la I saw you there I stopped and stared The curly girlie smiled You really were too close to her And
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