Amy Whinehouse
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
As from heaven,
You’re a jazz singer,
Of the ones we can’t forget,
Sensitive, you felt guilty,
To refuse a photo,
You had too big a heart,
We asked you a hundred times,
How to hunt these people
So they can finally understand?
My God, what a voice,
What love, what love offered,
to all who listen to you,
You said thank you, tenderly,
I say thank you,
O Amy, what a voice,
It’s hard to understand,
I would have been in Belgrade to hear you,
Bye, bye, Princess, big black eyes,
Sing what you like,
It will always be more beautiful,
Only a Bach cantata,
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
An angel, angel in heavens.
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