Lyrics The Doors - The piano bird
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A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.
Chorus.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.
У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.
Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
А я в ответ играю для него.
Я сыграл ему песню на своём пианино.
Припев:
Да, я играл по-настоящему хорошо,
Я сыграл всё, что мог,
А в ответ он пел для меня.
Он живёт совсем рядом, там, на дереве,
Даря мне свои мелодии.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.
Припев.
У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.
Chorus.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.
У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.
Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
А я в ответ играю для него.
Я сыграл ему песню на своём пианино.
Припев:
Да, я играл по-настоящему хорошо,
Я сыграл всё, что мог,
А в ответ он пел для меня.
Он живёт совсем рядом, там, на дереве,
Даря мне свои мелодии.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.
Припев.
У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.
Chorus.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.
A bird is singing at my piano
The lark of sweet love sings sadly.
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Yes, I played really well
I played everything I could
And in response he sang for me.
He lives very close, there, on a tree,
Giving me your tunes
A bird is singing at my piano.
Chorus.
A bird is singing at my piano
The lark of sweet love sings sadly.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird is singing at my piano.
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.
Chorus.
A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.
A bird is singing at my piano
The lark of sweet love sings sadly.
The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.
Chorus:
Yes, I played really well
I played everything I could
And in response he sang for me.
He lives very close, there, on a tree,
Giving me your tunes
A bird is singing at my piano.
Chorus.
A bird is singing at my piano
The lark of sweet love sings sadly.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird is singing at my piano.