miércoles, 6 de agosto de 2008

Viva la vida, Coldplay



I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain

Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

No sé, no sé, no sé...

Pero sí sé,
que es el momento en que te digo, que es el momento en el que siento que una canción valida los procesos para ser considerada, una canción, en tu vida, por supuesto, y en la mía.

Y todo vuelve por un momento a estar en calma.

Who would ever want to be king?

Javier.