Wonderwall
Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after an
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
Oasis :"(What's the Story) Morning Glory"
3 comentarios
jclaurito -
fa -
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca
(....)
Me gusta cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y doloroso como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa, bastan,
y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
Pablo Neruda
fa -
y de cuanto viví, solo a ti te dejaba.
tu boca eran mi vida y mi coche terrestres
y tu piel la república fundada por mis besos.
En ese instante se terminaron los libros,
la amistad, los tesoros sin tregua acumulados,
la casa transparente que tú y yo construímos,
todo dejó de ser, menos tus ojos.
Porque el amor, mientras la vida nos acosa,
es simplemente una ola alta sobre las olas
pero ay, cuando la muerte viene a tocar la puerta,
hay solo tu mirada para tanto vacío,
solo tu claridad para no seguir siendo,
solo tu amor para cerrar la sombra.