Придумал вот новые слова для блюза-посвящения Хукеру. А то старые http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/667498/post6593572/ ну уж совсем были ни к чёрту, эт нада признать. =)

I don't care about the world, I never care
I don't care about the world, 'cause I'm not there
When my life is coming down on me
I know the place where I'm always free
I find myself again on the muddy banks of blues

I knew love, but now it's gone and I don't care
Yes, I knew love, but my loving was unfair
And when I lost myself between my own sins,
I listened to the whisper of the winds
It lead me here one day, to the muddy banks of blues

...and it does me good (just keep bluesing away)