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.