Παρασκευή, Ιανουαρίου 20, 2006

Για τις κυβερνούμενες πολιτείες και τις εκατοντάδες απολύσεις


No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won’t come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
and the stage my day into night, yeah.
Where is the love to be found?
Won’t someone tell me?
’cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle ,
Where the living is harder.

No chains around my feet,
But I’m not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
I’ve never known happiness
I’ve never known what sweet caress is
Still, I’ll be always laughing like a clown
Won’t someone help me? ’cause I
I’ve got to pick myself from off the ground
In this a concrete jungle
I said, what do you cry for me
Concrete jungle