Bluebird — текст песни (Buffalo Springfield)

Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can`t tell you why.
Deep within her heart, you see,
She knows only crying.
Just crying.
There she sits, a lofty perch.
Strangest color blue.
Flying is forgotten now.
Thinks only of you.
Just you.
So, get all those blues,
Must be a thousand hues.
And be just differently used.
You just know.
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of those eyes
That you can`t categorize.
She got soul.
She got soul.
She got soul.
She got soul!
Do you think she knows you?
Do you think at all?
Soon she`s going to fly away.
Sadness is her own.
Reverse of a death of tears
And go home, and go home.