People are strange, when you're a stranger.

(давненько я не баловался фотошопом....всего лишь набросок, лирическое настроение...) People are strange, when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted Streets are uneven, when you're down When you're strange- faces come out of the rain (rain rain) When you're strange- no one remembers your name When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're str-ange