“No olvides que a la
tierra le encanta
sentir tus pies desnudos
y los vientos anhelan jugar con tu cabello”
(Khalil Gibran)
Despacito…poco a poco…
recolocando emociones, sentimientos, recuerdos
..con
la fuerza del viento y con la vuestra ...
hacia delante
En este el penúltimo y fresquito lunes
de agosto…una de mis canciones preferidas. Siempre me ha encantado la versión
de Morrisey..pero ¿qué me dices de
la de Zee Avi…es preciosa…así que ¡¡Sube los
altavoces y canta!!!...son bonitas y..., ¡¡Son para ti !!. Cuéntame cuál te gusta más...
Fist of the gang to die
You
have never been in love
Until you've seen the stars
Reflect in the reservoirs
Until you've seen the stars
Reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love
Until you've seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
Until you've seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Oh my
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Oh my
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Oh my
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Oh my
You have never been in love
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bones
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Such a silly boy
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet
And the first lost lad to go
Under the sod
With a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet
And the first lost lad to go
Under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And the not-very-rich and the very poor
And he stole all hearts away
And the not-very-rich and the very poor
And he stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
