Текст песни Raspberries, Strawberries (Live) - The Kingston Trio
                                                Will 
                                                Holt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spoken: 
                                                    A 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                goes 
                                                to 
                                                Paris, 
                                                as 
                                                every 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                should.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There′s 
                                                something 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                of 
                                                France 
                                                that 
                                                does 
                                                    a 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                good.
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                album, 
                                                Dave 
                                                sings 
                                                the 
                                                beginning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                in 
                                                phonetic 
                                                French.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Actual 
                                                French 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                follows: 
                                                Ah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Les 
                                                fraises 
                                                et 
                                                les 
                                                fromboises 
                                                et 
                                                les 
                                                bon 
                                                vins 
                                                (que) 
                                                nous 
                                                avons 
                                                bus.
 
                                    
                                
                                                La, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raspberries, 
                                                strawberries, 
                                                the 
                                                good 
                                                wines 
                                                we 
                                                brew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here's 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                countryside, 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                we 
                                                drink 
                                                ′em 
                                                to.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spoken: 
                                                Paris 
                                                nights 
                                                are 
                                                warm 
                                                and 
                                                fair.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                summer 
                                                winds 
                                                are 
                                                soft.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                finds 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                love 
                                                in 
                                                every 
                                                field 
                                                and 
                                                loft.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                every 
                                                field 
                                                and 
                                                loft.
 
                                    
                                
                                                ()
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spoken: 
                                                An 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                returns 
                                                to 
                                                Paris 
                                                as 
                                                ev'ry 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                must.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                finds 
                                                the 
                                                winter 
                                                winds 
                                                blow 
                                                cold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                have 
                                                turned 
                                                to 
                                                dust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                have 
                                                turned 
                                                to 
                                                dust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                have 
                                                turned 
                                                to 
                                                dust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Les 
                                                fraises 
                                                et 
                                                les 
                                                fromboises 
                                                et 
                                                les 
                                                bon 
                                                vins 
                                                que 
                                                nous 
                                                avons 
                                                bus.
 
                                    
                                
                                                La, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la, 
                                                la.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raspberries, 
                                                strawberries, 
                                                the 
                                                good 
                                                wines 
                                                we 
                                                brew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here's 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                countryside, 
                                                whom 
                                                we 
                                                must 
                                                bid 
                                                adieu.
 
                                    
                                 
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2 Greenback Dollar (Live)
3 The Merry Little Minuet (Live)
4 The M T A (The Boston Subway Song) [Live]
5 Tom Dooley - Live
6 The Tijuana Jail (Live)
7 Raspberries, Strawberries (Live)
8 Where Have All the Flowers Gone? (Live)
9 Hard Ain't It Hard - Live
10 Sloop John B (Live)
11 Scotch and Soda (Live)
12 A Worried Man (Live)
13 Reverend Mr. Black (Live)
14 California (Live)
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