The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's no one to ask. All day long you'll squint at the gray sky. When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw, You'll shiver like straw.
A meek little lamb you grew your wool Till they came after you with huge shears. Flies hovered over your open mouth, Then they, too, flew off like the leaves, The bare branches reached after them in vain.
The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's no one to ask. All day long you'll squint at the gray sky. When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw, You'll shiver like straw.
Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier You'll stay at your post, Head bared to the first snow flake. Till a neighbor comes to yell at you, You're crazier than the weather, Charlie, You're crazier than the weather, Charlie.
The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's no one to ask. All day long you'll squint at the gray sky. When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw, You'll shiver like straw.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
