Cloudy

Cloudy
Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a rag-a-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I
Cloudy
Cloudy
Cloudy
Cloudy
En la cautivadora melodía de 'Cloudy' de Simon & Garfunkel, nos sumergimos en una atmósfera emocionalmente evocadora. La descripción del cielo gris y nublado refleja la sensación de opresión y desasosiego que a veces podemos experimentar en la vida...