Slavná anglická hardrocková skupina. Její prazáklad tvořili J. Lord (předtím člen sk. Artwoods, nar. 1941), Chris Curtis (někdejší bubeník sk. Searchers) a R. Blackmore (vl. jm. Richard Harold Blackmore, nar. 1945, předtím člen m.j. Crusaders a...
Píseň: Fools
- Interpret:
- Deep Purple
- Album:
- Fireball
I'm crying I'm dying I can see what's wrong with me It's in my head I can see what's gonna be As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood I am of the dead I died as I lived as I loved and was born On some distant hill The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried Fools pass laughing still There can be bad blood in all I can see It's in my brain You don't know the pain I feel As I must live again Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but Tears will leave a stain They smile to themselves as they lay down my head On some distant hill The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye Fools smile as they kill I got my own way to go and now I want To take your minds I believe if you could see The blood between the lines I believe that you could be A better kind Please lead the way so the unborn can play On some greener hill Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains Fools die laughing still