The Bee Gees
Текст песни Wind of Changebg

Wind of Change
Bee Gees

In the streets of New York City
Ev'ry man can feel the cold.
And I don't want no pity,
But I want my story told.

When the lights shine down on me,
They shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
Be'ng born in a world of joy.

But like me
He don't know where he'll go wrong;
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong like me.

There's no room for us out there;
You can lose your hope and pride.