Текст песни Sting - The Wind Cries Mary
Sting - The Wind Cries Mary слова песни
After all the jacks are in their boxesAnd the clowns have all gone to bedYou can hear happinessStaggering on down streetFootprints dressed in redAnd the wind whispers MaryA broom is drearily sweepingUp the broken pieces of yesterday`s lifeSomewhere a Queen is weepingSomewhere a King has no wifeAnd the wind it cries MaryThe traffic lights they turn blue tomorrowAnd shine their emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sags downstream`Cause the life they`d lived is deadAnd the wind screams MaryWill the wind ever rememberThe names it has blown in the pastAnd with this crutch, its old age and its wisdomIt whispers "No, this will be the last"And the wind cries Mary