domingo, septiembre 10, 2006

NOBODY KNOWS ME


I've had so many lives
Since I was a child
And I realise
How many times I've died
I'm not that kind of guy
Sometimes I feel shy
I think I can fly
Closer to the sky
No one's telling you how to live your life
But it's a setup until you're fed up
This world is not so kind
People trap your mind
It's so hard to find
Someone to admire
I, I sleep much better at night
I feel closer to the light
Now I'm gonna try
To improve my life
No one's telling you how to live your life
But it's a setup until you're fed up
It's no good when you're misunderstood
But why should I care
What the world thinks of me
Won't let a stranger
Give me a social disease
Nobody, nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me
No one's telling you how to live my life
But it's a setup, and I'm just fed up
It's no good when you're misunderstood
But why should I care
What the world thinks of me
Won't let a stranger
Give me a social disease
I don't want no lies
I don't watch TV
I don't waste my time
Won't read a magazine
I don't want no lies
I don't watch TV
I don't waste my time
Won't read a magazine
I, I sleep much better at night
I feel closer to the light
Now I'm gonna try
To improve my life
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me
Este desparrame se debe a haber oido esta canción en el último CD de la Madonna, una grabación en directo titulada "I'm going to tell you a secret", y me ha chiflado,es un pasote... como ocurre que yo por la pájara esta siento cierta debilidad pues aquí casco la letra, no me arriesgo a traducirla para no meter el "cazo", pero lo que yo alcanzo a entender me gusta. Si fuese más entendido pondría esas cosas chulas que pone la gente para que pudieseis oir la canción, pero eso queda fuera del alcance de mis conocimientos informáticos, así que con saber poner la foto que da morbillo, vale...Además queda así abierta la oportunidad para que los detractores de esta tía ( que son tan acérrimos como sus admiradores ) puedan llamarla qué se yo, guarrilla y esas cosas...y si no que se lo pregunten a los rusos, que como la pesquen no la dejan un pelo en la cabeza, pobriña mia...
...bueno, eso era todo, una pausa lúdica entre tanta literatura fina, jaja...
...tengan cuidado ahi fuera, amigos...

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