When A Blind Man Cries (My Story) Poem by Jankovic Zoran

You were cheerful and you asked me
do I like a video of the ocean's noice.
I was scared but I said it's beautiful.
I sang to myself:
"When a blind man cries,
Lord, you know,
he feels it from his soul."

You justified yourself for being late
for what you are tired of long journey.
I was scared and I said it's okay.
I sang to myself:
"When a blind man cries,
Lord, you know,
he feels it from his soul."

You are happily watching the ocean
and you asked me why I'm sad.
In the cold room I drank red wine.
I sang to myself:
"When a blind man cries,
Lord, you know,
he feels it from his soul."

You drank red wine on the beach
and Deep Purple was in my head.
I didn't want to be blind anymore
so I sang aloud begining of that song:
"If you're leaving, close the door
I'm not expecting people, anymore.
Hear me grieving, lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead,
I really ain't too sure."