Текст песни Street Of Dreams - Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra, Ella Fitzgerald

Street Of Dreams

Love laughs at a king
Kings don’t mean a thing
On the street of dreams
Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams
Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is in the moonbeam
Poor, no one is poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams