The Wind Cries Mary

The wind whispers "Mary"

Brew is dribbling, sweeping

Of the broken pieces of yesterday's life

Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

O vento grita "Perry"

As luzes caem, as trombas do amanhã

As luzes brilham, a escuridão não é minha

Tiny Islands, sexo, downstreet

'Cause the light's lovely, is that you?

And the wind whispers "Harry"

Will the wind ever remember

The name it has thrown in the past?

"And the wheat is crushed, oh, the wind's door"

"Whisper on old days, we'll be there last"

"And the wind in Greece, Paris"