crying just the other day Everyman, it's not your money You and I get to feel this way We can feel the rain We're like everyman Everyman, you get lonely
Překlad: Cliff Richard. Průměrný člověk.
He's sitting all alone His blankets are made out of cardboard And his pillows are made out of stone Every face tells a storcy It never tells a lie Every
Překlad: Cliff Richard. Každá tvář vypráví příběh.
