Marc Bolan şarkı sözleri
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young,And I call it, the broken hearted blues,The air on that night, was tempered like a knife,And the people wore the face masks of a clown,Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn,And his woman ran away without a smile.Days of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf,But the faces of the men are something else.In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy,But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man,When the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young,Get good now, and face your face into the wind.This is a song, that I wrote when I was young,And I called it the broken hearted blues
