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Quartetto Cetra - Al festival del jazz Лирицс транслатион то енглисх




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The jazz festival





Come to the jazz festival
Old Louis will play for you
He came especially from Saint Louis
It's the blues festival
Of boogie and swing
Old Bing will sing for you too
And the great Benny Goodman
Will perform solos with the clarinet
Come to the jazz festival
Come to applaud
Art Tatum will make you swoon
His hands will go up and down
On the white and blue keys
(Eh??!)
Signed Salvador Dalí
(Ah!)
Come and you will understand
That real jazz is made this way
'Come on, come on'
They shout at the jazz festival
'Come on, come on'
Gillespie will join Stan Getz
But we advise intervening
Only to those who know how to understand jazz
This magical jazz
 

Come to the jazz festival
Old Louis will play for you
He came especially from Saint Louis
 

'Come on, come on'
They shout at the jazz festival
'Come on, come on'
Gillespie will shout to Stan Getz
But we advise intervening
Only to those who know how to understand jazz
This magical jazz
 

Come on, come on
Come to the jazz festival
 




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