Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I
Always hear when you sigh
Never in my Wordland
Could there be ways to reveal
In a phrase how I feel
Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo when they love?
That's the kind of magic
Music we make with our lips when we kiss
And there's a weepy old willow
He really knows how to cry
That's how I'd cry on my pillow
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye
Lullaby of Birdland whisper low
Kiss me sweet and we'll go
Flyin' high in Birdland
High in the sky up above
All because we're in love
Колыбельная Страны Птиц — это то, что я
Слышу каждый раз, когда ты вздыхаешь.
Никогда в моей Стране Слов
Не нашлось бы способа выразить
Одной фразой то, что я чувствую.
Слышал ли ты когда-нибудь двух горлиц,
Воркующих, когда они влюблены?
Это своего рода волшебство —
Музыка, что мы создаём нашими губами, когда целуемся.
А вот и сентиментальная старая ива,
Она действительно знает, как плакать.
Так и я буду плакать в свою подушку,
Если ты скажешь мне: «До свидания и прощай!»
Колыбельная Страны Птиц шепчет тихо:
«Поцелуй меня ласково, и мы будем
Летать высоко в Стране Птиц
Высоко в небе, выше всех!»
Всё потому что мы влюблены.
Lullaby of Birdland, That's What I
Always Hear when You Sigh
Never in My Wordland
COULD THEER BE WAYS To Reveal
In a phrase How I Feel
HAVE You Ever Heard Two Turtle Doves
Bill and Coo When They Love?
That kind of magic
Music We Make with Our Lips Wen We Kiss
And there's a Weepy Old Willow
He Really Knows How to Cry
That's How I'd Cry on My Pillow
IF YOU SHOULD TELL ME Farewell and Goodbye
Lullaby of Birdland Whisper Low
Kiss Me Sweet and We'll Go
Flyin 'High in Birdland
High in the Sky Up ABOVE
All BecAuse We're in Love
Lullaby of bird countries is that I
I hear every time you sigh.
Never in my country are words
There would be no way to express
In one phrase, what I feel.
Have you ever heard two bugs
Working when they are in love?
This is a kind of magic -
The music that we create with our lips when we kiss.
And here is the sentimental old willow
She really knows how to cry.
So I will cry in my pillow,
If you tell me: "Goodbye and goodbye!"
Lullabies of birds whispers quietly:
“Kiss me affectionately and we will
Fly high in the country of birds
High in the sky, above all! "
All because we are in love.