Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna The bacon's cold the gravy's steamed to eat my cooking ain't same as it seemed Anna Anna I wanna see my Anna The shattered
Vertimas: Claude King. Ana.
Just at the close of a bright summer day just as the twilight had faded away Soft on the breeze like the cool of a dove someone was singin' an old song
Vertimas: Claude King. Duok man savo meilę ir aš duosiu jums Mine.
