viernes, 26 de junio de 2009

Just my imagination



There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality

It was just my imagination
It was just my imagination
It was just my imagination

There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It's the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I've always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I'd be instable

It was just my imagination
It was just my imagination
It was just my imagination

There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We'll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality


It's NOT my imagination

lunes, 8 de junio de 2009

Juegos de amor

Cómo me mola esta canción desde que salió, hará casi veinte años. Y cómo cobran sentido las letras de las canciones de repente… Qué grande es Diego Vasallo, en esta ocasión en Cabaret Pop.




Tú, dulce ambición, fruta fatal,
que yo mordí sin razón.
Jugué a juegos de amor
sin sospechar aquel amargo sabor
a dolor, a dolor.

Y ahora vivo aquí donde cruza la frontera.
Entre la razón y una inútil ilusión
traicionera.

Hoy le pido a Dios no descubrir
aún el final de los dos.
Voy sin dirección buscando más
prohibidos juegos de amor
y dolor, y dolor.

Fue clemente el juez
sólo el tiempo es mi condena.
Y ahora vagaré de la mano de cualquier
alma en pena.

Y tú la negra flor de mi jardín,
veneno dulce y mortal.
Mujer, sueño real, no pienses más.
Si ya no estoy por aquí
y a llamar, al portal.

Y ahora vivo aquí donde cruza la frontera.
Entre la razón y una inútil ilusión
traicionera.

martes, 2 de junio de 2009

With or without you

U2 no me mola mucho, pero han hecho algunas canciones tremendas. Esta es una de ellas.

I can’t live with or without you…



See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side.
I wait for you.

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you.

Through the storm, we reach the shore
You gave it all but I want more
And I’m waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you.
I can’t live with or without you.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

My hands are tied, my body bruised
She got me with nothing to win
And nothing left to lose.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live
With or without you.

With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live
With or without you
With or without you.