Текст песни The Proclaimers - Misty Blue
The Proclaimers - Misty Blue слова песни
When the inspiration is above my stationThoughts are melancholy and I let them passI tend to view this nationThrough the condensationOn a dirty glassWhen the singer solemn was a bonnie laddieWhen she brushed his hair with a watered combThen he could have danderedAnd he could have shown yeSeven hills like RomeIf misty eyes can witness love and affectionWhy does the heart still resistWhat the hell is wrong with you?I`ve got eyes of misty blueAll the things I want to doAre all I ever wanted toAs the laddie grew and he looked aroung himAt the thugs and rapists in their stolen suitslouder beat the rhythm of his bloody heartTelling him to shootThoughtless competitionLike a home-made prisonMade him fix his visionOn a certain fateWhat`s the use in winning all the worlds creationIf you won`t create.