Todos Los Versos
Y esas palabras anteriores dan fruto a esto... a despejar mi cabeza y abrirme paso entre tanta palabra no dicha, para decir:
Since You been gone,
I can't breathe.
Today all the songs remains to you,
all the verses.
Every sheet of the book that I have in my hands,
that I destroy desperate,
remains to you.
Since You been gone,
I can't see.
Today all the windows are black,
all the photos.
There's no landscape,
because you aren't in it.
Since You been gone,
I can't start my own life.
All it's a mess,
a bag full of dirty and nasty love.
Since You been gone,
I only know that I love you more than ever.
Aquí lo teneís... en inglés, porque mi propio idioma es demasiado críptico para mi hoy. (P.S.:Woody, para ti las correcciones, las faltas gramaticales, los errores ortográficos y la crítica pura y dura de esta versión inglesa de mi mismo).
Since You been gone,
I can't breathe.
Today all the songs remains to you,
all the verses.
Every sheet of the book that I have in my hands,
that I destroy desperate,
remains to you.
Since You been gone,
I can't see.
Today all the windows are black,
all the photos.
There's no landscape,
because you aren't in it.
Since You been gone,
I can't start my own life.
All it's a mess,
a bag full of dirty and nasty love.
Since You been gone,
I only know that I love you more than ever.
Aquí lo teneís... en inglés, porque mi propio idioma es demasiado críptico para mi hoy. (P.S.:Woody, para ti las correcciones, las faltas gramaticales, los errores ortográficos y la crítica pura y dura de esta versión inglesa de mi mismo).
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