Текст Harry Belafonte – Troubles

Troubles, any old troubles
Troubles, any old troubles
Give me your troubles one by one
I’ll trade them all for a bag o’ fun

Tears, any old tears
Tears, any old tears
Sun’s gonna rise in the morning yes
Set in the evening with a sweet caress
Any old tears

Pain, any old pain
Pain, any old pain
I don’t care what you’ve been told
All that glitters sure ain’t gold
I’m gonna take you on a happy train
First you gotta give me all of your pain,
Any old pain

Troubles, any old troubles
Troubles, any old troubles
Give me your troubles one by one
I trade them all for a bag o’ fun
Any old troubles