Algunos no encuentran su estrella.
Eso le debió pasar al amigo de Juana...
Aunque en su túnel hubiera brillantes antorchas iluminando el camino...
Él no dejaba de sentir el frío de la oscuridad...





I can't see your star.
I can't see your star.
Though I patiently waited, bedside, for the death of today.
I can't see your star.
The mechanical lights of Lisbon frightened it away.

And I'm alone now,
Me and all I stood for.
We're wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.

I can't see your star.
I can't see your star.
How can the darkness feel so wrong?

And I'm alone now,
Me and all I stood for.
We're wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.

So far away.
It's growing colder without your love.
Why can't you feel me calling your name?
Can't break the silence,

It's breaking me.

All my fears turn to rage.
And I'm alone now, me
And all I stood for.
We're wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.

Now, I have nothing worth fighting for.
We're wandering now
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely,find your own way out.


Berni.
Domingo 28/6/09.
2 Responses
  1. Juana Says:

    Lo que me alegra es que, creo que conseguimos (entre muchos) que tirará para adelante algunos años, o muchos, según se mire.
    Curiosamente trabajaba al lado de uno de mis primos, se cortaba el pelo en su peluquería, a veces incluso coincidía con mi madre, en fin .....


  2. Berni Says:

    Pues a mí no me cuesta entenderlo.
    Lo que me da realmente pena es que no puedan salir de ese círculo tan cerrado de ceguera y dolor.
    Pienso en la familia... tiene que ser horrible.