Текст песни The Jeff Healey Band - While My Guitar Gently Wheeps

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps.
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I do not know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love
I do not know how someone controlled you.
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world, and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps.
From every mistake we must surely be learning
And still my guitar gently weeps.
I do not know how you were diverted
You were perverted too.
I do not know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps.
Look at you all ...
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I look in your love, as in a dream fades
Under my wailing guitar.
I see that the floor does not prevent the sweep,
Under my wailing guitar.
Well, who knew what you want
Open your love.
Do not prevent your patron
Resell you again.

I look at the world, I see him circling
Under my wailing guitar.
Each error we must learn
Under my wailing guitar.
I do not know how to distract you,
How corrupted you.
And sometimes you have changed
And unbeknownst to you.

I can see that if you put a piece
Under my wailing guitar.
Affairs do not have for a long time, the days are useless
Under my wailing guitar.

I look at all of you - love sleeping, very sad ...
And I hear my crying guitar.
I look at the floor, and just around the garbage ...
And I hear my crying guitar.

Why do not you explain, I do not understand,
What can you love to wake up.
And who are you so controls -
All can be sold, everything can be bought.

I look at the world - all fragile, shaky ...
And I hear my crying guitar.
Our each lesson goes through the error ...
And I hear my crying guitar.

I do not know who it is rigged,
What have you learned so good vice.
I do not know why he had it all arranged,
And then you did not help.

I look at all of you - love sleeping, very sad ...
And I hear my crying guitar.
I look at all of you ....
And hear my crying guitar