Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring Well, I can't see their faces Only the
pouring rain Goin' where the weather suits my clothes Banking off a northeast wind Sailin' on a summer's breeze Skipping over the ocean like a stone Everybody's talkin
Fordítás: Stephen Stills. Mindenki Talkin 'Fred Neil.
Fordítás: Stephen Stills. Mindenki \\ 's Talkin \\'.
