Композитор, гитарист, вокалист
"Помню в старые времена, когда я сильно пил, то частенько заканчивал песню падая плашмя на пол. Это был своего рода способ ознаменования конца. Однажды я сильно расквасил лицо о гриф гитары и ей это совсем не понравилось. Понадобилось немало времени чтобы наладить с ней хорошие отношения."
(Eric Clapton and Marcy Levy)
I was a child born so free;
It seems that time has put age on me.
And when I grow old, will I once again find
All of those sweet, innocent times?
I was a child born without fear;
It seems that time has placed me here.
With no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry.
I really miss those innocent times.
I used to feel joy in my soul,
But now my sorrow has taken control.
As I look around I pray, Lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times.
As I look around I pray, Lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times,
Just one more taste of those innocent times.