When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along, along,
There'll be no more sobbing when he starts throbbing
His own sweet song.
His own sweet song.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head,
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy.
What if I've been blue,
Now I'm walking through fields of flowers,
Rain may glisten, but I still listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song,
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along.
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy.
What if I've been blue,
Now I'm walking through fields of flowers,
Rain may glisten, but I still listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song,
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along.
- Harry M. Woods (1926)
1 commentaire:
merci de cette énergie
soucieuse pour vous
j'ai traduit le texte de Harry M.Woods en français pour mieux
comprendre le silence de ces quelques jours :
"que faire si je suis bleu"
mais aussi "
"sort du lit
je déforme les mots, mais elle dit aussi "on se fout de la pluie, écoute, écoute la musique
le soleil est rouge."
Jack ce commentaire il est pour vous, un signe. La journée grâce à vous et aux jardiniers descendus du Nord, s'annonce fort.
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