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1. Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say
Please share my umbrella.
Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
Under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
R. Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought.
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
2. That's the way the whole thing started
Silly, but it's true.
Thinking of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue.
Came the sun, the ice was melting.
No more sheltering, now.
Nice to think that wet umbrella
Led me to a vow.
R. Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought.
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
1. Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say
Please share my umbrella.
Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
Under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
Включена в программу 22 января 1995 г. Москва |
