Cuando la rutina aprieta,
y las ambiciones están por los suelos,
y el resentimiento cabalga fuerte,
las emociones no crecen.
Y al cambiar nuestros caminos,
tomando carreteras diferentes.
El amor, el amor nos destrozará otra vez.
¿Por qué la cama está tan fría
en el lado en el que tú estás?
¿Soy yo el que no está a la altura?
¿Hemos perdido el respeto mutuo?
Todavía queda algo de atracción,
que hemos mantenido a lo largo de nuestras vidas.
Amor. El amor nos destrozará otra vez.
¿Gritas todos mis errores
cuando estás durmiendo?
Tengo un sabor en la boca.
Mientras la desesperación aguanta.
¿Es eso algo bueno?
¿No podrá funcionar nunca más?
Cuando el amor,… el amor nos destrozará otra vez.
JOY DIVISION: love will tears us apart
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Love, I hate love, it make me crazy. Love will tears us apart, again and again and one more time. I don´t need, I don´t look for, I don´t resist more
This is it, isn't it?
This is the end
For you and I
For you and I
The end of the affair
We no longer care
For each other
Once I needed you so
Once I needed you so
Now I can't stand being in the same room as you
I can't even stand the sight of you
This is it, isn't it?
This is it, isn't it?
This is it, isn't it?
This is it, isn't it?
This is it, isn't it?
This is it, this is the end
For you and I
This is it, isn't it?
(I don't love you)
This is it, isn't it?
(anymore, and you)
This is it, isn't it?
(don't love me)
This is it, isn't it?
(anymore now)
This is it, isn't it?
(do you?)
This is it, this is the end
For you and I
"End of the affair"
The Field Mice, "Snowball" 1989
Ian, tengo roto el corazón.
Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars
Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs
You're off the map, you've left the book
I'm off my head and treading luck
And it's too late to call you up
The heart migrates, it comes unstuck
I light a candle for Saint Marie
In the hope she never brings you back to me
I light a candle for Saint Marie
In the hope she never brings you back to me
"Saint Marie"
Piano Magic, "The Troubled Sleep Of Piano Magic" 2003
"...el amor es una cosa emotiva, y todo lo emotivo es opuesto al razonar frío y sereno, que yo coloco por encima de todas las cosas. Yo no me casaría jamas, por temor a que ello condicionase mi juicio."
"El signo de los cuatro" 1890
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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