12 de noviembre de 2009

NYC, día -2

No sé si acabaré yendo a algún concierto durante los diez días que estaré en Nueva York.

Pero si pudiese elegir uno, solo uno, sé perfectamente cuál sería.

Loving her was easier (than anything I'll ever do again)



I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies.
Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.
Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Healin' as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes.

Wakin' in the mornin' to the feelin' of her fingers on my skin.
Wipin' out the traces of the people and the places that I've been.
Teachin' me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying.
Talkin' of tomorrow and the money, love and time we had to spend.

Lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.

Comin' close together with a feelin' that I've never known before, in my time.
She ain't ashamed to be a woman, or afraid to be a friend.
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind.
But dreamin' was as easy as believin' it was never gonna end.

And lovin' her was easier than anything I'll ever do again.

Kris Kristofferson


Help me make it through the night



Take the ribbon from your hair,
Shake it loose and let it fall,
Layin' soft upon my skin.
Like the shadows on the wall.

Come and lay down by my side
'till the early morning light
All I'm takin' is your time.
Help me make it through the night.

I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.

Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
And it's sad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.

I don't care what's right or wrong,
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.

Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight.
Lord, it's bad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night.

Kris Kristofferson

Lástima que el jefe Kris no toque esos días por allí, cagonmimantu.

2 comentarios:

C. dijo...

Eres la única persona que conozco que reconocería abiertamente ser fan de este muchacho. Bien por ti. Pero si cruzas la línea entre el bien y el mal y te vistes de vaquero, tendremos que intervenir.

Por cierto, envíame postal desde NY o cómprala y me la das el puente. Es una costumbre...mía. ;P

grankabeza dijo...

Pues a saber con quién te juntas ;), porque el señor Kristofferson es un grandísimo cantautor, a mí no me duelen prendas en reconocerlo.

Pero claro, es que además a mí me gusta, me encanta, la música country...

:-P