Lyrics Lee DeWyze - Blackbird's Song
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Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Mouths are dry, River runs
Hands are tied, preacher's son
Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Don't be scared I'm still here
No more time for crying, dear
Упакуй свои вещи и как-нибудь уходи,
Песня чёрного дрозда закончилась
Устья сухи, но река течет,
Руки связаны, сын проповедника,
Упакуй свои вещи и как-нибудь уходи,
Песня чёрного дрозда закончилась
Не бойся, я по-прежнему рядом,
Нет больше времени для слёз, милая
Blackbird's song is over now
Mouths are dry, River runs
Hands are tied, preacher's son
Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Don't be scared I'm still here
No more time for crying, dear
Упакуй свои вещи и как-нибудь уходи,
Песня чёрного дрозда закончилась
Устья сухи, но река течет,
Руки связаны, сын проповедника,
Упакуй свои вещи и как-нибудь уходи,
Песня чёрного дрозда закончилась
Не бойся, я по-прежнему рядом,
Нет больше времени для слёз, милая
Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Mouths are dry, River runs
Hands are tied, preacher's son
Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Don't be scared I'm still here
No more time for crying, dear
Pack your things and leave somehow
The blackbird song is over
The estuaries are dry, but the river flows
Hands are tied, son of a preacher
Pack your things and leave somehow
The blackbird song is over
Don't be afraid, I'm still there
No more time for crying honey
Blackbird's song is over now
Mouths are dry, River runs
Hands are tied, preacher's son
Pack your things, leave somehow
Blackbird's song is over now
Don't be scared I'm still here
No more time for crying, dear
Pack your things and leave somehow
The blackbird song is over
The estuaries are dry, but the river flows
Hands are tied, son of a preacher
Pack your things and leave somehow
The blackbird song is over
Don't be afraid, I'm still there
No more time for crying honey