Hacía ya un tiempo que no escuchaba esa canción... Me encanta la parte de “Ocean pulls me close...”
Yo os dejo (aunque supongo que de los muy pocos que pincharán el enlace casi ninguno terminará de escucharlas) dos canciones:
La primera es de uno de mis discos favoritos: “The Human Equation” de Ayreon.
Ayreon - Day Seven: Hope
[Best Friend]Let me take you back
To the time when we were chasing all the girls
Two maniacs
Indulging in the pleasures of this world
So much to see, so much to live for
Questions to answer, places to go
So much to be, so much to care for
Deep down inside I think you know
You are free...come back to me!
Look ahead and see
There are still so many borders we could cross
Just you and me
Making up for all the time that we have lost
[Best Friend]So much to see
[Me]He may be right
[Best Friend]so much to live for
[Me]I've got to fight
[Best Friend]Questions to answer
[Me] I will pull through
[Best Friend]places to go
[Me] take me with you
[Best Friend] So much to be
[Me]I will not break
[Best Friend] so much to care for
[Me] I must awake
[Best Friend] Deep down inside I think you know
[Me] I think I know
[Best Friend] You are free
[Me] I am free
[Best Friend] Come back to me!
[Best Friend] Aaaah, aaaah come back to me
[Me] There's no way out, my whole world is black!
[Best Friend] Aaaah, aaaah come back to me
[Me] I try to shout, something's holding me back!
La segunda es, seguramente, la canción que más me lleva acompañado en los últimos meses; depende del momento, pero una de las cosas que más me gusta hacer es tumbarme en mi habitación con las luces apagadas y escuchar música:
Agalloch - ...And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth
—Yo moriré y nadie se acordará de mí. Yo moriré y nadie se acordará de mí... de mí.
—Sí Lis, yo me acordaré de tí. E iré a verte al sementerio con una flor y un perro, y en tu funeral cantaré, en vos baja, "Qué bonito es un entierro".
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am shattered on the floor
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am scattered on the floor
We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth…
"Earth is floating on the waters like an island,
Hanging from four rawhide ropes
Fastened at the top of the Sacred four directions.
The ropes are tied to the ceiling of the sky,
When the ropes break, this world will come
Tumbling down and all living things will fall with it and die…"
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am the fragments on the floor
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am the ashes on the floor
We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth
Darkness and silence, the light shall flicker out…