Suite: Judy Blue Eyes — текст песни (Crosby, Still, Nash and Young)

It`s getting to the point

Where I`m no fun anymore

I am sorry

Sometimes it hurts so badly

I must cry out loud

I am lonely

I am yours, you are mine

You are what you are

And you make it hard -



Remember what we`ve said and done and felt

about each other

Oh babe, have mercy

Don`t let the past remind us of what we are not now

I am not dreaming.

I am yours, you are mine

You are what you are

And you make it hard-



Tearing yourself away from me now

You are free and I am crying

This does not mean I don`t love you

I do, that`s forever, yes and for always

I am yours, you are mine

You are what you are

And you make it hard-



Something inside is telling me that

I`ve got your secret. Are you still listening?

Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart

And I love you.



I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are

And you make it hard-

And you make it hard-



Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon

What have you got to lose?

Tuesday mornin`, please be gone I`m tired of you.

What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is? Help me I`m sufferin`

Listen to me baby-Help me I`m dyin`

It`s my heart that`s a sufferin`, it`s a dyin`

That`s what I have to lose

I`ve got an answer

I`m going to fly away

What have I got to lose?

Will you come see me

Thursdays and Saturdays?

What have you got to lose?



Chestnut brown canary

Ruby throated sparrow

Sing a song don`t be long

Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight

Asking me, said she so free

How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting



Change my life, make it right

Be my lady.

Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo



At the end of the Suite, Stephen Stills sings the following Spanish lines:



Que linda me la traiga Cuba,

la reina de la Mar Caribe.

Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi,

y que triste que no puedo vaya,

Oh va, oh va, va.



Loosely translated that is:



How happy it makes me to think of Cuba,

the smiles of the Caribbean Sea,

Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that

I`m not able to go

Oh go, oh go go