| INGLÉS:
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it’s case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes…
Nobody knows |
ESPAÑOL:
El sol no ha salido durante días
Hay una hermosa flor en el jarrón
Y una pantufla al lado de la chimenea
Un cello en su estuche
Pronto ella bajará las escaleras
Con su elegancia de las mañanas
El sonido del agua la hace soñar
y se despierta con una nube de vapor
Vierte un sueño en una taza
Y lo endulza con azúcar
Y lucha por su vida
mientras se pone el abrigo
Y lucha por su vida
Mientras coge el tren
y mira la lluvia como cae
Y lucha por su vida mientras entra en una tienda
por algo que se le ha ocurrido, mientras paga el pan…
Y va… nadie sabe donde
El sol no ha salido durante días
Una melodía invernal, que ella interpreta
El trueno la hace reflexionar
Oye un ruido tras la puerta,
Tal vez es una paloma con una carta
Tal vez un extraño que pueda amar
Y lucha por su vida mientras se pone el abrigo….
donde la gente es agradablemente desconocida
y espera un cambio… |
