Sebuah pohon tumbuh di halaman belakang saya, hanya tumbuh di malam hari.
Its branches they're all twisted, its leaves are afraid of light.
Cabang-cabangnya mereka semua terpelintir, dedaunannya takut cahaya.
They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside your head.
Mereka mengatakan blues hanyalah mimpi buruk, mereka bilang itu hidup di atas kepala Anda.
But when it's lonely in the morning, you're bound to wish that you was lying dead.
Tapi saat kesepian di pagi hari, Anda pasti berharap bahwa Anda terbaring mati.
There's winds out on the ocean, they're blowing just as they choose.
Ada angin di lautan, mereka bertiup persis seperti yang mereka pilih.
But then winds ain't got no emotion, baby, they don't know the blues.
Tapi kemudian angin tidak mendapat emosi, sayang, mereka tidak tahu bluesnya.
They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside your head, mmmm.
Mereka bilang blues hanyalah mimpi buruk, mereka bilang itu hidup di atas kepala Anda, mmmm.
But when it's lone, lonely in the morning you're bound to wish that you was lying dead.
Tapi saat itu sendirian, kesepian di pagi hari Anda pasti berharap bahwa Anda terbaring mati.
My mind is rambling and rambling just like some rolling stone, no,
Pikiran saya bertele-tele dan bertele-tele seperti batu bergulir, tidak,
since that nightmare's come to stay with me, baby, my thoughts just don't belong.
Karena mimpi buruk itu datang untuk tinggal bersamaku, sayang, pikiranku tidak termasuk.
They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside your head.
Mereka mengatakan blues hanyalah mimpi buruk, mereka bilang itu hidup di atas kepala Anda.
But when they visit you around midnight, you're bound to wish that you were lying dead.
Tapi ketika mereka mengunjungi Anda sekitar tengah malam, Anda pasti berharap bahwa Anda terbaring mati.