One of my eyes sees tomorrow,
And the other one sees yesterday.
I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, once more.

Cry for me, somebody, cry with dry eyes.

The real folk blues,
I just want to feel real sorrow,
life is not such a bad thing in a muddy river,
if it's just once.

CRY FOR ME,

SOMEBODY,

CRY WITH DRY EYES.

Hopeless hope, and a hazardous chance.
What is right, or wrong?
It's like both sides to a coin.

How long must I live before I'm set free?

The real folk blues,
I just want to feel real pleasure.
Not all that glitters is gold.

HOW LONG...

MUST I LIVE...

BEFORE I'M SET FREE?