17 ноември, 2010

H b-d sad blue eyes



No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings like I do and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard on their anger
None of my pain and woe can show through

But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance, that's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes

Written by Pete Townshend

1 коментар:

nana каза...

Не се подигравам.Нито правя лоши номера.Старая се да направя всичко колкото се може по-добре.Нито надеждите са празни.Всичко е възможно да бъде постигнатодори да споделим докрай дните си и да сме завинаги заедно.не бива да си отчаян.Вяра доверие, увереност , всичко за самоутвърждаване, както и аз до теб