Rainy blues

[Amarin]

Of course, you would leave, if you had any place to go,
But there is none, or, at least, there’s none you know,
So you follow streets, where waters flow.

The strangers won’t hear your steps, though you never stalk,
As well they won’t hear a word from your symposium talk.

Of course, you would leave, never mind, to east or west,
Trying to find the key of the dead man’s chest,
Training a flight over the cuckoo’s nest.

Under a veil of drops the town has hidden its face,
Whether it’s Prague, or Stockholm, you’ll never trace.

Of course, you would leave if only you knew a way,
Encircling through sideways is not a reason to stay.
But rain is eternal. You’re bewitched. So - stray.

[cosinus]

Я тут послушал последний альбом Норы Джонс (Norah Jones), она там блюзы поёт, здорово так, и на роялях как всегда играет. А Вы, Амарин, интересно, что слушали, когда сочиняли свой Rainy blues? Что-то ведь в голове звучало, определённо. Я ваш блюз уже прикинул, как спеть, вариантов... два, кстати.