Who We Play Blues For - lyrics, song

I wake up in the evening | I wake up in the city
in my weary mind i can feel only a pity
The glasses are broken | No power of the soul
I hold On to my piano with memories to scroll

this day is exhausted | It seems to be my doom
And rays of light hit all corners in my room
She said to me i hate you | she slammed the door
I said to myself - "nothing more and no more"

Re:

and... This is me!
you want more from me than you want from the other
People think
it's for fun - just amuse with decor
They talk about trinkets, they talk about art
they have Something to prove to you, brother
But i know
who we play blues for


Greeting with smiles | and Shine spotlight-faces
Men in suits and ladies in their places
fallen Angels on the menu | wild Dreams in the bottles
I'm an Old nerd with my huge and stupid cheap goggles

about Fools and politics | I do not think
and I Prefer a little bit of a good drink
Forget your ambitions | this world will never change
Sometimes we need a different perception of the range

Re:

and... This is me!
you want more from me than you want from the other
People think
it's for fun - just amuse with decor
They talk about trinkets, they talk about art
they have Something to prove to you, brother
But i know
who we play blues for


Br:
Meanings of our life sometime are seen in the clouds and the flames
simple Words, simple music, again and again - we are only grains


May be i'm a saint | may be a moocher
I Try to forgive my past and my future
with Knife in the heart | say goodbye to "elite"
but Crashed my car and now i use my feet

I Go to sleep in the morning | leaving my babes
Successfully dodged all the hot blades
I'm a little bit tired | not sure - what I see
I hope Very much - you've been happy like me!

Re:

and... This is me!
you want more from me than you want from the other
People think
it's for fun - just amuse with decor
They talk about trinkets, they talk about art
they have Something to prove to you, brother
But i know
who we play blues for
But i know
who we play blues for
But i know
who we play blues for



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