While My Guitar Gently Weepes

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps.
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how nobody told you how to unfold your love.
I don't know how someone controlled you, they bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning,
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning.
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how you were diverted, you were perverted too.
I don't know how you were inverted, no one alerted you. 
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Смотрю я на всех, в вас любовь засыпает,
И нежно плачет гитара.
Смотрю на свой пол, сор его засыпает,
И нежно плачет гитара.

Как знать, чему вас научили, любовь забыли вы.
Не знаю, как вас усмирили, на что купили.

Смотрю я на землю и вижу вращение,
И нежно плачет гитара.
Ошибка для нас стать должна поучением,
И нежно плачет гитара.

Не знаю, чем вас развратили, вы изменили мне.
Как знать, зачем с пути вас сбили, вернетесь или нет.