, uh? And somebody told me you were doin' okay Somehow I guess they were wrong Whistles the wind, whistles the wind Whistles the wind, whistles the wind
gone? And somebody told me, you were doing okay Somehow I guess they were wrong Whistles the wind Whistles the wind Whistles the wind Whistles the wind
God? And somebody told me, you were doing okay Somehow I guess they were wrong Whistles the wind Whistles the wind Whistles the wind Whistles the wind
I've made a thousand calls today, no one's calling me back Telephones only work one way or not at all Dissolving, disappearing, all my cares are gone
Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me We wait just by the grave for a man by name
The world was supposed the end last century I?m still playing the waiting game Sail my ship to Africa I just want to know I can go that far Today the
Coming back is a sad, sad thing And the world feels so small again Some part of me is overseas And waits ?til I?m back again I?ll meet you out on the
I?m taking some time now every day to walk around the block And see what?s new so I?m not surprised when I?m running out of time in this fast city, you
Mark the devil by a stone, and the rock be surely gold So I've come to stake my claim along Main Avenue I believe that this here town was built on hollow
much persuasion, in the end a nope Time was running short so I got myself a rope Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train And waited for the whistle
I?m taking a ride down the river To forget the troubles I?ve had I come from the swamps and the sewers I?ve passed through the sweet lemon grass To find
Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad She could learn how to stand on the anthill But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag
As I pass through these hills, blowing over me a dead chill And it blows through my bones, I?m in company of ghosts It?s April 17th, 1843, and I?ve just
When I was old, in elementary school, on my way home I put fruit in the road, watched it all explode When I was old, I lit a plastic bag, it dripped down
Friends, we?ve put it off, you know it?s time We?ve got a lot of work to do, much bad we must undo Now the time has come to tell the world Spread the
ترجمه: Bachman -- اوردرایو ترنر. سوت در باد.
ترجمه: شلاق در ملاء مالی. سوتهای باد.
