Текст песни Pineapple Crabapple (The Free Design) с переводом

Pineapple, Crabapple, sweet smelling lime;

Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time;

Song bitter sweet, a musical treat, I’m riding my bike singing good things to

eat

Look at the colours, six kinds of green;

Blue yellow flowers with orange in between

Butterfly wings, such beautiful things

I’m riding along with my eyes wide open and I’m singing a song

I’m wheelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong

I smell a skunk cabbage walking on the bog walk

If I’m quiet enough I’ll even hear the frogs talk

Weaving a bloom on harmony’s loom;

Daffodils humming a hummingbird’s tune

Honeysuckle, milkweed, delightful temptation;

Blackberries, chokecherries, nature’s creation;

A fragrance so rare like little kids hair;

It’s here now, it’s there now, it’s everywhere and I’m singing a song

It’s real and I’m feeling it’s fragile and strong

Toes goin' squish-squash, sliding through the wet moss;

A ditch running gurgle gosh, I think I’ll try to jump across

Hair streaming windblown; legs wheeling round and round

Road racing under me, my bike blends into the rhythm and time and seasons and

rhyme

I’m riding along and I feel like singing so I’ll sing you a song,

sing you a song

I’m reelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong

Sing you a song, Wheelin' along. .

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