Текст и слова песни The Bee Gees – Wind of Changebg
Wind of Change
Bee Gees
In the streets of New York City
Ev'ry man can feel the cold.
And I don't want no pity,
But I want my story told.
When the lights shine down on me,
They shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
Be'ng born in a world of joy.
But like me
He don't know where he'll go wrong;
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
There's no room for us out there;
You can lose your hope and pride.
Bee Gees
In the streets of New York City
Ev'ry man can feel the cold.
And I don't want no pity,
But I want my story told.
When the lights shine down on me,
They shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
Be'ng born in a world of joy.
But like me
He don't know where he'll go wrong;
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
There's no room for us out there;
You can lose your hope and pride.
К сожалению, прослушивание недоступно в данный момент
