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The Wind Cries Mary



Текст песни Sting - The Wind Cries Mary

words and music by 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 yesterdays life 
Somewhere a queen is weeping 
Somewhere a king has no wife 
And the wind it cries Mary 

The traffic-lights, they turn blue tomorrow 
And shine their emptiness down on my bed 
The tiny island sags downstream 
'Cause the life that lived is, is dead 
And the wind screams Mary 

Will the wind ever remember 
The names it has blown in the past? 
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom 
It whispers no, this will be the last 
And the wind cries mary
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