sexta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2016

Hues of Blues


The Old Guitarist - Pablo Picasso

Hues of Blues

I've heard the cab go
Windows closed
I've heard no sound
All was gone
All was gone

The sheets were cold and
pale
No colour in the
sky
Grey clouds passing by
Passing by

No hues in the morning
No song from the trees
No colour no sound but blues

No hues in the morning
No song from trees
No colour no sound without you

Oh, life has no hues
but blues

Life has no hues

No, life has no hue
without you

Oh, life has no hues
but blues

Life has no hues

Life has no hue
without you