רון מוגלי / My guitar stood still |
So did the strings
And the wind blew
It blew everything
Except those things you didn't want to see
It blew everything
And everything is blue
And blue is how you feel
The drums were silent
And you could hear your heart
And you could feel your skin burn
From the cold of the night
And the wind blows your hair
The wind blew everything
And you feel it stinging
Pulling the hairs of your skin
The earth rumbled
And nothing moved
The world turned slowly
Just as slow as it could
And the wind blew everything
Except the things you didn't want to feel
The wind blew everything
Blue skies seem so unreal
Another turn
Another time
And things look different
And things look fine
But all the joy
Has washed away
And why for what
No one can say
My guitar stands still
So do its strings
Perhaps that is why I feel
Like nothing here is real
Perhaps that's why the movement of the wind
Is painful to my skin
So painful to my skin
4.May.2008
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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