Time - Pink Floyd

Es que estaba tan bien, que es preciso remarcarlo y conservarlo. Pocas veces hay feeling así con una amiga, pocas veces quiero ser cordial e incisivo sin subterfugios y medias intenciones.
Pocas veces que conmueve tanto la música, es raro sentir que me elevo en medio de la gente, es raro que me peguen en la nuca en un lugar donde no hay intención más que el hedonismo.
El calor encierra entonces cosas maravillosas, y saca también cosas buenas de mi, y me hace ilusionar en que voy aprendiendo, más viejo, y más ácido.
Que me la he pasado muy bien...

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the
rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill
today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's
sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older.
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled
lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to
say.