Представляем точный текст композиции "A Hundred Million Miracles" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lea Salonga . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «A Hundred Million Miracles» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lea Salonga передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lea Salonga - "A Hundred Million Miracles"
Lyrics to A Hundred Million Miracles : My father says That children keep growing Rivers keep flowing too My father says He doesnt know why But somehow or other they do They do Some how or other they do A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day And those who say They dont agree Are those Who do not hear or see A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day Miracle of changing weather When a dark blue curtain Is pinned by the stars Pinned by the stars to the sky Evry flowr And tree is a treat to see The air is very clean and dry Then a wind comes blowing The pins all away Night is confused and upset The sky falls down Like a clumsy clown The flowers And the trees get wet Very wet A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day And when the wind Shall turn his face The pins Are put right back in place A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day In evry single minute So much is going on Along the Yangtse Kiang Or the Tiber or the Don A hundred million miracles A swallow in Tasmania Is sitting on her eggs And suddenly Those eggs have wings And eyes and beaks and legs A hundred million miracles A little girl in Chungking Just thirty inches tal Decides that she Will try to walk And nearly doesnt fall A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day My father says the sun Will keep rising over The eastern hill My father says He doesnt know Why but somehow Or other it will It will Somehow or other it will Miracle of making music When an idle poet Puts words on a page Writes on a page With his brush A musical friend Writes the notes to blend Suggested By an idle thrush Then a young soprano Reads what they wrote Learns every note Every word Puts all they wrote In her lovely throat And suddenly A song is heard Very pretty A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles A hundred million miracles Are happning evry day (Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics) [ A Hundred Million Miracles Lyrics ]
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