Αφιερώσεις «εμού του ιδίου»

Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
The world doesn't understand
But I grow stronger in your hands

 

If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
We 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.

Μετάφραση στα Ελληνικά

 

όταν ήμουν παιδί είχα κρύψει έναν ήλιο
να 'χει ο δρόμος μου φως κι η σιωπή μου έναν φίλο...

 

Μελωδία, φωνή, στίχοι, ΟΛΑ ΕΞΑΙΡΕΤΑ!….

 

Αααααδειααα! ^^

 

Λίγο μελαγχολικό αλλά και ωραίο....ωραίο αλλά και μελαγχολικό.

Ωστόσο το αγαπώ ιδιαίτερα.