Summertime Москва

Yeah. Igor Butman! Summertime, And the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich And your mama's good-lookin'. So hush, little baby, You don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry. One of these mornings, You're gonna rise up singing. Then you'll spread your wings, Now, And you'll take to the sky. But 'til that morning, There's nothing can harm you. With your mammy and daddy both Standin' by. Yeah. Yeah! Oh, Igor Butman! Summertime, And the living is easy. Fish are jumping, and the cotton is High. Your daddy's rich, And your mama's good-looking. She's good-looking now. So hush, little baby. Don't you, don't don't don't you cry. One of these mornings, She's gonna rise up singing. Then you'll spread your wings, love, And you'll take to the sky. But till that morning, She gonna rise up singing. With your mommy And daddy. Whoa. Standing By.