Blues [Theme]

Blues is when a good person feels bad, and pop is when a bad person feels good.

Where feelings and reason merge in ecstasy, the blues is born divine.

Blues is a special art of the soul and epic mind training.

I feel the expression of the soul when the saxophonist, breaking the mystery of the night, plays heavenly slow blues - my heart and mind are de-energized at the same time.

Your soul and body are a passionate union!

- The blues are not to make themselves feel better, but to make others feel worse. And make a few bucks when you need to.

Can't stand alone here.

The Blues is nothing like when a good man bad because he thinks about the woman once had.

Rap is when the poor man well, and the Blues is when a good man bad.

She didn't like summer,
melted by the sun the air
flowing on asphalt in the nerves and wires.
It was filled with light seasonal transitions
and thunder thick contralto voice gave color to the dreams.
She liked to Wake up from the echoing touches
to the incline of roofs, cornices silver sonorous strings -
the scope for improvisation, the richness of sentiment,
obedience to her whims...
She will not betray the fire
sleepless nights are cool, lilac Blues of dawn,
intermittent whisper of bliss remaining on the lips.
Scattered stars in the Pleiades weave until morning sonnets...
Performed by Muse reggae she'll revive in verse.

Everybody knows what the blues is all about.
It's a pain you can't live with.
It's a woman you can't live without.
Could have cried me a river
when they told me the news.
On that day was a story of the blues.
Everyone knows what Blues is.
It's a pain that you can't live.
This woman, without which you cannot live.
I wept a sea of tears
When they told me the news.
That day was the story of the Blues.

They say a broken heart
can always mend.
Time is the healer and sadness will end.
But I've done so much crying,
when will I laugh again?
Till that day I will play the blues.
They say that broken heart
Always can be cured.
Time heals and sorrow.
But I cried so much,
When will I laugh again?
And to this day, I'll play the Blues.

My baby she left me, my baby she's gone.
My sweet little angel
has spread her wings and flown.
Can't think of a reason for going on.
From this day I will play the blues.
My girlfriend left me my girlfriend left.
My sweet little angel
He spread his wings and flew away.
I see no reason to continue to live on.
I'll play the Blues.

A night out on the exhale
Day on the breath.
Those who did not survive, he died,
Doomed soul is flying,
From the saxophone to the knife.
But my friend,
Best of all is playing the Blues.
Cooler all around
He's the one playing the Blues.