Blues de Cris
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Cris's Blues
Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.
Tired of shouting for Cris,
my mind is hanging like a tree.
Tired of fighting for myself,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.
Buzzing in my gray cave,
Cris's voice reaches me and doesn't stop.
Oh, buzzing in my gray cave,
tied to my destiny,
I will return to the edge of the road.
And if you see her pass by and she doesn't speak,
this that she knows, that
tied to my destiny,
her eyes I will eventually forget.
