Summertime (pt 1) - Sam Cooke, Джордж Гершвин

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-looking

So hush little baby, don’t you cry

One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing

Then you spread your wings and take to the sky

But until that morning there is nothing can harm you, no, no, no, no With daddy and mommy standing by