Dog days are over

7 Abr

Una canción que sirve de empujón en esos días en los que cuesta todo un poco más de lo normal: “Dog days are over”,  Florence + The Machine (Spotify, YouTube)

Happiness hit her like a train on a track

Coming towards her stuck still no turning back

She hid around corners and she hid under beds

She killed it with kisses and from it she fled

With every bubble she sank with her drink

And washed it away down the kitchen sink

 

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

The horses are coming

So you better run

 

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father

Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

Leave all your loving, your loving behind

You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

 

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

Can you hear the horses?

‘Cause here they come

 

And I never wanted anything from you

Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head

Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

 

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

Can you hear the horses?

‘Cause here they come

 

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father

Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

Leave all your loving, your loving behind

You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

 

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

Can you hear the horses?

‘Cause here they come

 

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

The horses are coming

So you better run

 

(Traducción en Songs traducidas)

 

I don’t want to be

6 Ago

I don’t need to be anything other
Than a prison guard’s son
I don’t need to be anything other
Than a specialist’s son
I don’t have to be anyone other
Than the birth of two souls in one
Part of where I’m going, is knowing where I’m coming from

[Chorus:]
I don’t want to be
Anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I’m tired of looking ‘round rooms
Wondering what I’ve got to do
Or who I’m supposed to be
I don’t want to be anything other than me

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