Vacant Chair — текст песни (Steve Winwood)

When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years

And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears

Oh, the eyes are still. oh, but even sleeping



My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, well be blowing

Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then Ill keep on going

But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin on, on and on



Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow

While we cant share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going

My dearest friend till we meet again

O-ku nsu-kun no-ko

The dead are weeping for the dead