"Set the fire to the third bar"

Creo que siempre que me voy de viaje, según preparo la maleta me invade algo de melancolía, de impaciencia, de incertudumbre...

Hoy no podía ser menos, y mientras preparo la maleta para pasar unos dias en Portugal (tierra de la saudade), os dejo una canción que va en sintonía con todo eso.


Es una maravillosa canción de Snow Patrol, en concreto la canción 8 del disco "Eyes open".

La cantante que les acompaña en esta ocasión se llama Martha Wainwright, y sí, es hermana de Rufus Wainwright.

Espero que os guste





I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd 'B'
It's only finger-lengths that I see

I touch the place
where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases
of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've felt so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids

And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms




Muchos besos, y hasta la vuelta.



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