Fly me to the Moon,
Let me sing among those stars.
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand,
In other words, baby, kiss me.
Унеси меня к Луне,
Позволь мне cпеть среди далеких звезд.
Позволь мне увидеть весну
На Юпитере и Марсе.
Другими словами, держи меня за руку,
Другими словами, малышка, поцелуй меня.
A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
And to fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star.
Everybody loves somebody sometime,
And although my dream was overdue,
Your love made it well worth waiting
For someone like you.
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He ain't got no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig.
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night up to the moment
When we said our first «Hello!».
A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny and his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.
Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't.
Who wants the bother of a country estate?
A country estate is something I'd hate.
Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't.
Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.
Who wants a private landing feel through? I don't.
And I don't 'cause all I want is you.
Would you like to swing on a star
(Or would you like to swing on a star)
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
(Or would you rather be a pig?
Or would you rather be a fish?)
The autumn wind, and the winter winds — they have come and gone.
And still the days, those lonely days — they go on and on.
And guess who sighs his lullabies — through nights that never end...
My fickle friend, the summer wind.
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