Louis Armstrong. What a wonderful world
Однажды темно-синим вечером шел я домой. Теплыми одуванчиками падал крупный снег. Я пел эту песню. Мимо прошли две темные личности, обернувшись, оскорбленно окликнули мя: «Шо ты сказал, чувак!». «Ничего», – ответил я и продолжил так: слушайте Louis Armstrong — What a wonderful world — 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 colors 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 saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.