американский джазовый трубач, вокалист и руководитель ансамбля. Оказал наибольшее влияние на развитие джаза и сделал многое для его популяризации во всем мире.
The noises, the TV, the rusty old pipes The cat always teasin' my dog The neighbors, the quarrels, the screaming of kids For the first time in years I'll sleep like a log Heaven is waiting for me, my friend Seven or eight dreams around the bend And if you're ever in town inquire We'll be glad to have you share the home fire.
Summertime and the living is easy, Fish are jumping and the cotton is high. Your daddy is rich and your ma' is good lookin', So hush, little baby, baby, don't you cry. One of these mornings you'll gonna rise up singin', Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky. But till that morning there's nothing can harm you, With daddy and mammy, mammy standing by. So don't you cry.