SHINE
ON YOUR CRAZY DIAMOND
(Pink
Floyd)
Remember
when you were young,
you
shone like the sun.
Shine
on your crazy diamond.
Now
there's a look in your eyes,
like
black holes in the sky.
Shine
on your crazy diamond.
You
were caught on the cross fire
of
chilhood and stardom,
blown
on the steel breeze.
Come
on you target for faraway laughter,
come
on you stranger, you legend, you martyr and shine!
You
reached for the secret too soon,
you
cried for the moon.
Shine
on your crazy diamond.
Threatened
by shadows at night
and
exposed in the light.
Shine
on your crazy diamond.
Well
you wore aut your welcome
with
random precision,
rode
on the steel breeze.
Come
on you raver, you seer of visions,
come
on you painter, you piper, you prisoner and shine! |
WISH
YOU WERE HERE
(Pink
Floyd)
So,
so you think you can tell
Heaven
from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can
you tell a green field
from
a cold steel rail?
A
smile from a veil?
Do
you thimk you can tell?
And
did they get you trade
heros
for ghost? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot
air for a cool breeze?
Cold
comfort for change?
And
did you exchange a walk on a part
in
the war for a lead role in a cage?
How
I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're
just two lost souls
swimming
in a fish bowl,
year
after year,
running
over the same old ground.
What
have we found?
The
same old fears.
Wish
you were here. |
NO
MIRES A LOS OJOS DE LA
GENTE
(Golpes
Bajos)
No
mires a los ojos de la gente,
me
dan miedo, siempre mienten.
No
salgas a la calle cuando hay gente,
¿y
si no vuelves?, ¿y si te pierdes?
Escóndete
en el cuarto de los huéspedes,
todo
está oscuras. no pueden verte.
Seguro
que en la calle ahora habrá gente,
alguien
te busca, alguien lo siente.
Quédate
a mi lado, no te marches más. |
MALOS
TIEMPOS PARA LA LIRICA
(Golpes
Bajos)
El
azul del mar inunda mis ojos,
el
aroma de las flores me envuelve,
contra
las rocas se estrellan mis enojos
y
así toda esperanza me devuelve.
Malos
tiempos para la lírica.
Las
ratas corren por la penumbra del callejón,
tu
madre baja con el cesto y saluda,
seguro
que ha acabado tu jersey de cotton
...puedes
esbozar una sonrisa blanca y pura.
Malos
tiempos para la lírica.
Seguro
que algún día cansado y aburrido
encontrarás
a alguien de buen parecer,
trabajo
de banquero bien retribuído
y
tu madre con anteojos volverá a tejer. |
