to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to die They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy, cloudy Cloudy, cloudy Cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a raga-muffin child
Vertaling: Simon en Garfunkel. Troebel.
Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me. And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child
: Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a raga-muffin child
