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ПЯТНИЧНОГО поста, увы, не будет. Ибо мой мозг изнасилован коммунальными службами, которые нам без разрешения рубанули свет. Но я об этом не буду ничего говорить, так как сама себя - свой мозг - не-е-е-е... А лучше споем!
I see trees of green, red roses, too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colour of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands,
Saying "How do you do?"
They're really sayin': "I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world,
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world
I see trees of green, red roses, too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colour of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands,
Saying "How do you do?"
They're really sayin': "I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world,
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world