Текст песни Jamie Cullum - Wind Cries Mary
Jamie Cullum - Wind Cries Mary слова песни
After all the jacks are in their boxes,And the clowns have all gone to bed,You can hear happiness staggering on down the street,Footprints dress in red.And the wind whispers Mary.A broom is drearily sweepingUp the broken pieces of yesterday`s life.Somewhere a Queen is weeping,Somewhere a King has no wife.And the wind cries Mary.The traffic lights turn blue tomorrowShine their emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sags downstream`Cos the life that they lived is dead.And the wind screams Mary.Oh oh yeahWill the wind ever rememberThe names it has blown in the pastWith this crutch, its old age and its wisdomIt whispers, "No, this will be the last."And the wind cries Mary.