Как я люблю эту песню, боги. Как я ее люблю.
Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.
Child, the living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.