1. Blue strain is flowing off my guitar into night.
Chords that I'll play would be stronger, stronger in a time.
Blue strain, fly away.
Why the mood of blue came over me?
Blue strain, fly away.
Why the mood of blue came over me?
2. Night is clear and the sound of my strain flyin' high.
You have been so long in apart with me. Sometime
I pray, go away!
My blue, go away from me.
My blue, I sue.
Go far away, away from me.
3. Don't waste, don't waste your time for a silly songs.
Blues days is calling me again and I'll go on.
You cry, you cry.
And I know the reason, reason why.
You know I love you so,
So much but you can not hear my cry.
Музыка и часть слов © 27 марта 1993 г. Москва
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