Como pasa el tiempo, chicos, es terrible. Una piensa que todos los momentos van a ser eternos y trata de aferrarse a esos momentos de felicidad, y juramos que no necesitamos nada más para ser felices, pero después viene algo que nos hace girar y rompe con todo lo que creíamos, o deseabamos, eterno. Time.
Ayer volví a ver Mamma Mia! Y recordé cuanto amo la versión que hicieron de Slipping through my fingers. It brings so many memories...
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
and and I have to sit down for a while
and and I have to sit down for a while
the feeling that I'm losing her forever
and without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
that funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what's in her mind
each time I think I'm close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
barely awake I let precious time go by
then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholyc feeling
and a sense of guilt I can't deny
what happened to the wonderful adventures
the places I had planned for us to go
well, some of that we did, but most we didn't
and why, I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what's in her mind
each time I think I'm close to knowing
she keeps on growing slipping through my fingers all the time
sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
and save it from the funny tricks of time(slipping through my fingers)
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
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