Esperamos su adiós a Zulueta, maestro.
Es poco, Sr. Singer, pero sirva lo publicado aquí anteshttp://joseluismolinuevo.blogspot.com/2008/09/arrebato.html
The Beatles - She's leaving home (Paul McCartney)Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is free.She (We gave her most of our lives)is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)home (WE GAVE HER EVERYTHING MONEY COULD BUY)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFather snores as his wife gets into her dressing gownPicks up the letter that's lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's goneWhy would she treat us so thoughtlesslyHow could she do this to me.She (We never thought of ourselves)is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFriday morning at nine o'clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor trade.She (What did we do that was wrong)is having (We didn't know it was wrong)fun (FUN IS THE ONLY THING THAT MONEY CAN'T BUY)Something inside that was always deniedFor so many years. Bye, byeShe's leaving home. Bye, byeLa “diversión” es lo único que no puede comprarse con dinero... Como el tiempo, supongo...SyM
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