Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping 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 alone For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown Picks up the letter that's lying there Standing alone at the top of the stairs She breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's gone Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly How 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 alone For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away Waiting to keep the appointment she made Meeting 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 denied For so many years. Bye, bye She's leaving home. Bye, bye
La “diversión” es lo único que no puede comprarse con dinero... Como el tiempo, supongo...
Esperamos su adiós a Zulueta, maestro.
ResponderEliminarEs poco, Sr. Singer, pero sirva lo publicado aquí antes
ResponderEliminarhttp://joseluismolinuevo.blogspot.com/2008/09/arrebato.html
The Beatles - She's leaving home (Paul McCartney)
ResponderEliminarWednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping 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 alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How 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 alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting 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 denied
For so many years. Bye, bye
She's leaving home. Bye, bye
La “diversión” es lo único que no puede comprarse con dinero... Como el tiempo, supongo...
SyM