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Часть моего, хы, "репертуара" ) - Oh Suzanna (1848 by Stephen Foster)
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to seeIt rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dryThe sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry. Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for meI come from Alabama,With my banjo on my knee. I had a dream the other night when everything was still,I thought I saw Susanna coming up the hill,The red, red rose was in her hand, the tear was in her eye,I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry. I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look aroundAnd when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall upon the groundBut if I do not find you there, then I will surely dieAnd when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.
Click to viewI come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to seeIt rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dryThe sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry. Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for meI come from Alabama,With my banjo on my knee. I had a dream the other night when everything was still,I thought I saw Susanna coming up the hill,The red, red rose was in her hand, the tear was in her eye,I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry. I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look aroundAnd when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall upon the groundBut if I do not find you there, then I will surely dieAnd when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.