Текст песни Rem - Wendell Gee
Rem - Wendell Gee слова песни
That`s when Wendell Gee takes a tugUpon the string that held the line of treesBehind the house he lived inHe was reared to give respectBut somewhere down the line he choseTo whistle as the wind blowsWhistle as the wind blows, with meHe had a dream one nightThat the tree had lost its middleSo he built a trunk of chicken wireTo try to hold it upBut the wire, the wire turned to lizard skinAnd when he climbed insideThere wasn`t even time to sayGoodbye to Wendell GeeSo whistle as the wind blowsWhistle as the wind blows, with meIf the wind were colorsAnd if the air could speakThen whistle as the wind blowsWhistle as the wind blows