Текст песни Oklahoma! (1943): Out Of My Dreams (Voice) (London Symphony Orchestra) с переводом

Out of your dreams and into his arms

You long to fly

You don’t need Egyptian smelling salts to tell you why

Out of your dreams and into the hush

Of fallin' shadows

When the mist is low

And stars are breakin' through

Then out of your dreams you’d go

Into a dream come true, oh!

Make up your mind, make up your mind Laurey

Laurey dear

Make up your own, make up your own story

Laurey dear!

Old pharaohs' daughters won’t tell you what to do

Ask your heart, whatever it tells you will be true

Oh… Ooh ooh oh!

Out of my dreams and into your arms

I long to fly

I will come as evening comes

To woo a waitin' sky

Out of my dreams and into the hush

Of fallin' shadows

When the mist is low

And stars are breakin' through

Then out of my dreams I’ll go

Into a dream with you

Won’t have to make up any more stories

You’ll be there!

Think of the bright midsummer night

Glories we can share

Won’t have to go on kissing a daydream

I’ll have you

You’ll be real

Real as the white moon lighting the blue

Out of my dreams and into your arms

I long to fly

I will come as evening comes

To woo a waitin' sky

Out of my dreams and into the hush

Of fallin' shadows

When the mist is low

And stars are breakin' through

Then out of my dreams I’ll go

Into a dream with you

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