Texty písní Edyta Bartosiewicz

Edyta Bartosiewicz

Take my soul with you

Water's dripping from the trees

I'm waiting in my car

I'm biding all my time in memories

I see a man passing by

He smokes a big cigar

Probably there's something

He needs to tell me

Oh take my soul with you

I'm going away

Take my soul with you

Oh I think I've already heard his voice

Oh I know I've seen his face someplace before

There is something going on

His face all deadly pale

And wrinkled shows some kind of fear

He seems not to be asking

But demanding

Oh take my soul with you

I'm going away

Take my soul with you

I feel he's got the saddest thing to say

The saddest thing to say

The old musician - he won't play again

The old musician - no piano playing

I feel there's something going on

I'm hearing bells all around me

Oh take my soul with you

I'm going away

Take my soul with you