Текст песни: Bertrand My Son + перевод

Baseball, volleyball, ain’t you gonna play at all

Won’t you come out and play with me?

Bertrand my son, youve been mostly unaccustomed to the taste of the fruit of

the blessin tree

Ive been searching through the forest of life for a taste of the fruit of the

miracle tree

Bertrand my son, daddys livin for the day your twisted feet go dancing

From the dark to the light of the joys that other children know

But if livin on the fruit of the tree of love can help your chances

Youll be runnin and playin with them soon I know

Phone calls, Spring Ball, ain’t you gonna dance at all

Won’t you come out and dance with me

Bertrand my son, daddys living for the day your twisted feet go dancin

And wonderin if your sufferin when youre watchin all the other children dance

and play

But if the livin on the fruit of the tree of love can help your chances

Youll be dancing and playing with them soon some day

Football, basketball, ain’t you gonna play at all

Won’t you come out and play with me

Someday soon you’ll see

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