歌手:Jimi Hendrix
专辑:《No More a Rolling Stone》

The wind cries Mary-Jimi Hendrix 风在呼唤玛莉(吉米・亨德里克斯)

Atter all the jacks are in their boxes.当所有的杰克都被放进了盒子里。
And the clowns have all gone 2 bed.所有的小丑们也上床睡了。
U can hear happiness staggering on down the street.你可以听见快乐在街上跳舞。
Footsteps dressed in red.留下了红色的足迹。
And the wind whispers Mary.风在轻声叫＂玛丽＂。

A broom is drearily sweeping.
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life.
Somewhere a queen is weeping.
Somewhere a king has no wife.
And the wind,it cries Mary.

The traffic lights,they turn,Uh,blue tomorrow.
And shine their emptiness down on my bed.
The tiny island sags down stream.
＇Cause the life that lived is,is dead.
And the wind screams Mary.

Uh-will the wind ever remember.
The names it has blow in the past ?
And with this crutch,its old age,& its wisdom.
It whispers no,this will be the last.
And the wind cries Mary.