The great Moody Blues


Tuesday Afternoon

The Moody Blues

Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see, now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me, chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.


I’m looking at myself reflections of my mind,
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love,
If you’ll just come with me you’ll see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon.


Tuesday afternoon,
I’m just beginning to see, now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me, chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.

Martes por la tarde, acabo de  comenzar a ver que ahora estoy en mi camino. No me importa ir persiguiendo las nubes. Algo me llama, los árboles se me dibujan cercanos, tengo que descubrir por qué aquellas amables voces que oigo lo explican todo con un suspiro. Veo en mí mismo reflejos de mi mente, es justo la clase de día para dejarme atrás a mí mismo y así balancearme suavemente a través de la tierra de las hadas del amor. Si vienes conmigo verás la belleza del Martes por la tarde.

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