Текст песни Jimi Hendrix - Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix - Wind Cries Mary слова песни
After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bedYou can hear happiness staggering on down the streetFootprints dressed in red and the wind whispers maryA broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays lifeSomewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wifeAnd the wind it cries maryThe traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrowAnd shine their emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is deadAnd the wind screams maryWill the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the pastAnd with this crutch its old age and its wisdomIt whispers no this will be the lastAnd the wind cries mary