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ГЛ. 11 AUTUMN LEAVES
The falling leaves drift by the window,
The autumn leaves of red and gold,
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
The sunburns hands I used to hold.
ГЛ. 12 BABY, WON'T YOU PLEASE COME HOME?
Am I blue, am I blue?
Ain't these tears and these sighs telling you?
I'm blue and sentimental, because you left me crying,
You've gone and left me crying, crying the blues.
ГЛ. 13 BASIN STREET BLUES
Won't cha come along with me to the Mississippi?
We'll take the boat to the lan' of dreams,
Steam down the river, down to New Orleans.
The bands there to meet us, old friends to greet us,
Where all the light and the dark folks meet,
This is a place that we call Basin Street.
ГЛ. 14 BEGIN THE BEGUINE
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back a night of tropical splendor,
It brings back a memory ever green.
Юрий Файер, народный артист СССР.
ВСТРЕЧА С ЧИТАТЕЛЯМИ.
Таллин. 1 февраля. (По телефону от соб. корр.)
ГЛ. 15 BILL BAILEY, WONT'T YOU PLEASE COME
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cooking, darling, I'll play the rent,
I know I've don't you wrong.
ХОРОШИЙ ДРУГ. Львов. 1 февраля (по телеф. от спец. корр.)
ПИСЬМО В РЕДАКЦИЮ. ПУТАНЫЕ РАЗМЫШЛЕНИЯ.