Текст песни The Doors - The piano bird

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.

He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.

Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.

Chorus.

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.

У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.

Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
А я в ответ играю для него.
Я сыграл ему песню на своём пианино.

Припев:
Да, я играл по-настоящему хорошо,
Я сыграл всё, что мог,
А в ответ он пел для меня.
Он живёт совсем рядом, там, на дереве,
Даря мне свои мелодии.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.

Припев.

У моего пианино поёт птичка,
Грустно поёт жаворонок сладкой любви.
Он живёт совсем рядом, в ветвях зелёных деревьев,
Напевая мне мелодии,
Чем больше я играю, тем больше он поёт.
У моего пианино поёт птичка.

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.

He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.

Chorus:
Well, I played real good,
I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.

Chorus.

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right out there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.

My piano is singing a bird
Sadly sings a lark of sweet love.
The more I play, the more he sings.

He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
And in response, I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.

Chorus:
Yes, I played really well
I played everything I could
And in response, he sang for me.
He lives very close, there, on a tree,
Giving me your tunes.
My piano is singing a bird.

Chorus.

My piano is singing a bird
Sadly sings a lark of sweet love.
He lives very close, in the branches of green trees,
Singing melodies to me
The more I play, the more he sings.
My piano is singing a bird.