Que bueno es encontrarse interpretado, al menos poéticamente, aunque sea un rubio gringo ciertamente descoordinado, tiene la sensibilidad de sentirse dolido, y sin putear ni culpar, asumir su responsabilidad mirando al frente. Llega.
Y así como logramos llegar también hasta aquí, seguiremos andando, porque creo que aunque vamos mal, sabemos que es para bien. Y sabré perdonarme, y sabrás perdonarme también. Cueste lo que cueste, poéticamente hablando.
(Para verla en Youtube, aunque no se pueda linkear de otra forma)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oj5EvUTyi7Q
There's a blue bird at my window
I can't hear the songs he sings
All the jewels in heaven
They don't look the same to me
I just wade the tides that turned
Till I learn to leave the past behind
It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine
All the battlements are empty
And the moon is laying low
Yellow roses in the graveyard
Got no time to watch them grow
Now I bade a friend farewell
I can do whatever pleases me
It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine
Press my face up to the window
To see how warm it is inside
See the things that I've been missing
Missing all this time
It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine
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