Nunca sé cual de las dos versiones me gusta más. Casi que la de Laura... pero no sé. Vuestro turno.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...
El lunes fue mi cumpleaños y me he regalado los dos CDs de Scissor sisters para celebrarlo. Esta canción concretamente me pone de buen rollito.
Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what you done?’
This used to be the life but I don’t need another one.
Good luck cutting up and carrying on yo wear them gowns
So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?
So I'll play along when I hear that favourite song
I’m gonna be the one who gets it right.
You'd better know when you’re swinging 'round the room
Looks like magic’s only ours tonight
But I don’t feel like dancin’ when the old Joanna plays My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You'd think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway But I don’t feel like dancin’ no sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Even if I find nothing better to do Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood? Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you
Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile
You got so many colours make a blind man so confused
So why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I'd lose?
So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine. Please understand, when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I’m sure that you’ll be fine.
But I don’t feel like dancin’ when the old Joanna plays My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You'd think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway But I don’t feel like dancin’ no sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Even if I find nothing better to do Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood? Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you
You can’t make me dance around
But your two-step makes my chest pound.
Just lay me down as you blow it away into the shimmer light.
But I don’t feel like dancin’ when the old Joanna plays My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You'd think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway But I don’t feel like dancin’ no sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Even if I find nothing better to do Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood? Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’ Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you
Yo no soy esa
que tú te imaginas una señorita tranquila y sencilla
que un día abandonas
y siempre perdona
esa niña si... no...
esa no soy yo.
Yo no soy esa
que tú te creías
la paloma blanca que le baila al agua
que ríe por nada diciendo si a todo
esa niña si... no...
esa no soy yo.
No podrás presumir jamás
de haber jugado con la verdad
con el amor, de los demás.
Si en verdad me quieres yo ya no soy esa que se acobarda
frente a una borrasca
luchando entre olas
encuentra la playa
esa niña si... no...
esa no soy yo.
Pero si buscas
tan solo aventuras
amigos por guardia
a toda tu casa yo no soy esa que pierde esperanzas
piénsalo ya, no...
Yo no soy esa
que tú te imaginas
una señorita tranquila y sencilla
que un día abandonas
y siempre perdona
esa niña si... no...
esa no soy yo
esa niña si... no...
esa no soy yo
esa niña si... no... esa no soy yo.
Did I ever tell you
how you live in me
Every waking moment,
even in my dreams
And if all this talk is crazy
And you don't know what I mean
Does it really matter
Just as long as I believe
I will love again
Though my heart is breaking,
I will love again
Stronger than before
I will love again
Even if it takes a lifetime to get over you
Heaven only knows,
I will love again
People never tell you
The way they truly feel
I would die for you gladly
If I knew it was for real
So if all this talk sounds crazy
And the words don't come out right
Does it really matter
If it gets me through this night
I will love again
Though my heart is breaking,
I will love again
Stronger than before
I will love again
Even if it takes a lifetime to get over you
Heaven only knows,
If I'm true to myself, nobody else can take the place of you But I've got to move on, tell me what else can I do
I will love again
Though my heart is breaking,
I will love again
Stronger than before
I will love again
Even if it takes a lifetime to get over you
Heaven only knows,
I will love again
I will love again
I will love again
One day I know, I will love again You can't stop me from loving again, breathing again feeling again I know, one day, I'll love again
Ya sé que Paulina es una petarda de mucho cuidado. Lo sé, pero es que me encanta! La imagen está enlazada con el clip de la canción en YouTube, el problema es que tiene restrigido el acceso porque se ve que Pau es un poco porno para los americanos :o
Está gritando
ya sé que no se entera,
el corazón escucha tu cabeza:
Pero a dónde vas?
Me estás escuchando?
Qué hay de tu orgullo?
Qué habíamos quedado?
La noche empieza y con ella mi camino,
te busco a solas con mi mejor vestido:
Pero a dónde estás?
Qué es lo que ha pasado?
Qué es lo que queda después de tantos años?
Miro esos ojos que un día me miraron,
busco tu boca, tus manos, tus abrazos...
pero tú no sientes nada
y te disfrazas de cordialidad.
Ni una sola palabra,
ni gestos, ni miradas apasionadas,
ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas
hasta el amanece-e-e-er.
Ni una de las sonrisas,
por las que cada noche y todos los días
sollozan estos ojos
en los que ahora te ves.
Cómo un juguete que choca contra un muro,
salgo a encontrarte
y me pierdo en cuanto busco
una oportunidad, un milagro, un hechizo:
volverme guapa y tú guapo conmigo.
Frente a los ojos que un día me miraron
pongo mi espalda y aquí unos cuantos pasos...
Y me apunto otra derrota
mientras mi boca dice "nunca más".
Ni una sola palabra
ni gestos, ni miradas apasionadas
ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas
hasta el amanece-e-e-er.
Ni una de las sonrisas,
por las que cada noche y todos los días
sollozan estos ojos
en los que ahora te ves.
No puede ser, no soy yo! Me pesa tanto el corazón por no ser de hielo cuando el cielo me pide paciencia.
Ni una sola palabra,
ni gestos, ni miradas apasionadas,
ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas
hasta el amanece-e-e-er.
Ni una de las sonrisas,
por las que cada noche y todos los días
sollozan estos ojos
en los que ahora te ves.
Recibí un mail de elCongrio. Estuve trasteando en su blog y me encontré con esta perla. Más de uno seguro que se sentirá identificado!
My job is stupid,
My day's a bore,
Inside this office,
From 8 to 4.
Nothing ever happens,
My life is pretty blank,
Pretending that I am working,
Pray I don't get canned.
My cubicle, my cubicle,
It's 1 of 62,
It's my small space,
In a crowded place,
Just a six by six board booth, And I hate it, that's the truth.
When I give a sigh,
As the boss walks by,
No one ever talks to me,
Or looks me in the eye,
And I really should work, But instead I just sit here, And surf the internet.
And my cubicle, my cubicle,
It doesn't have a view,
It's my small space,
In a crowded place, I sit inside there too, And sometimes I sit here nude.
Busquen, comparen y si encuentran algo mejor: díganmelo (cómo hizo en su día Daniela y me ha recordado Sthr.). Por cierto, me gustaría saber: ¿cual prefieren?
