"No escribo para ser entendido, escribo para comprender"

Robert Cecil Day-Lewis (1904-1972),
poeta irlandés

domingo, 6 de abril de 2014

"Those were the days", by Mary Hopkin (porque suena a folklore ruso y porque su letra es hermosa.. sniff)



Once upon a time there was a tavern
when we used to raise a glass or two
remember how we laughed away the hours
and dreamed of all the great things we would do.

Those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance
forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
for were young and sure to have our way.

la la la la
la la la la la

The the busy years went rushing by us
we lost our starry notions on the way
if by chance I'd see you in the tavern
we'd smile at one another
and we'd say.

Those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance
forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
those were the days
oh yes, those were the days.

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
nothing seemed the way it used to be
in the glass I saw a strange reflection
was the lonely woman really me?

Those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance
forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
those were the days
oh yes, those were the days.

Though the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
oh my friend we're older but no wiser
for in our hearts the dreams are still the same.

Those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance
forever and a day

we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
those were the days
oh yes, those were the days.