Ohne Worte...
10.03.2008 um 21:17Deep Purple - When a blind man cries
If you're leaving, close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, lying on the floor.
Whether im drunk or dead, i really ain't too shure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know, that ain't a sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room.
Had a good time but it ended much to soon.
In a cold month in that room.
Found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know, he feels it from his soul.
Wie kann man dem Schmerz Ausdruck verleihen?
Eine Stimme, die wimmernde Gitarre, ihr Klagelied summend...
... zum Heulen...
If you're leaving, close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, lying on the floor.
Whether im drunk or dead, i really ain't too shure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know, that ain't a sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room.
Had a good time but it ended much to soon.
In a cold month in that room.
Found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know, he feels it from his soul.
Wie kann man dem Schmerz Ausdruck verleihen?
Eine Stimme, die wimmernde Gitarre, ihr Klagelied summend...
... zum Heulen...