Минус Jimi Hendrix - The Wind Cries Mary

Текст (слова) песни Jimi Hendrix - The Wind Cries Mary:

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
Footprints 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 of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness
down on my bed
The tiny island sails 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