DON'T RAIN ON MY PARADE - BARBRA STREISAND скачать видео бесплатно

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to

If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it hat, sir

I guess, I didn't make it but whether

I'm the rose of sheer perfection

Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion

The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once

Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you'll see

I'm gonna have my bite, sir

Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

I'm gonna live and live now

Get what I want, I know how

One roll for the whole she-bang

One throw, that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot, and bam

Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir

Guess I didn't make it

Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer

Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade