19/09/2009

The Wind Cries Jimi Hendrix


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
Footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wifeAnd the wind cries Mary
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
And shine the emptyness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary

3 comentários:

Júnia L. disse...

Deixei um comentario sobre Sharon Tate na postagem que você fez sobre ela.

abraços

Cry Of Voodoo disse...

valeu!

Júnia L. disse...

Adorei esse Filme Cry, tambem sou fã do Kirk Douglas.
Odeio essas traduções de títulos para portugês!!!

bjao