Absinthe

Son pocas

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

La escuche, y me acorde de ti. Estas durmiendo, seguramente. Yo suenho por los dos, mientras tanto, te miro y escucho. Mi expresion no cambia.

Sounds of laughter, shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Or across the ocean. Does it makes a difference? And yet...

What do you say
when it's all gone away?
Baby I didn't mean to hurt you
truth spoken whispers will tear you apart
no matter how hard you resist it
it never rains when you want it to

Y me duele por dentro y la rama seca cubierta de escarcha sigue ahi...

Ya somos más viejos y sinceros
y que más da
si miramos la laguna
como llaman a la eternidad
de la ausencia

And I still dream of white over blue...

If I were a painter
I would paint my memory
if that's the only way for you
to be with me
We'd be there together
just like we used to be
I'd climb inside the swirling skies
to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you...

publicadas por Germán @ 11/24/2004 03:37:00 a.m.