Текст песни: America The Beautiful + перевод

What is A-mer-i-ca to me?

A name, a map, the flag I see

A cer-tain word, «De-moc — ra — cy.»

What is A-mer-i-ca to me?

The house I live in, A plot of earth, a street

The groc-er and the butch-er and the peo-ple that I meet

The chil-dren in the play-ground, the fac-es that I see;

All rac-es, all re-lig-ions, that’s A-mer-i-ca to me

The place I work in, the work-er at my side

The lit-tle town or cit-y where my peo-ple lived and died

The «how-dy» and the hand-shake the air of feel-ing free

The right to speak my mind out, that’s A-mer-i-ca to me

The things I see a-bout me the big things and the small

The lit-tle cor-ner news-stand and the house a mile__tall;

The wed-ding and the church-yard, the laugh-ter and the tears

The dream that’s been a grow-in' for a hun-dred fif-ty years

The town I live in the street, the house, the room

The pave-ment of the cit-y, or a gar-den all in bloom

The church, the school, the club house

The mil-lion lights I see, But es-pec-ial-ly the peo-ple

That’s A- mer — i -ca to me

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