lunes, 9 de noviembre de 2009

I'm sure I've played this scene before.
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor.
I'm sure I used to hold your hand. Did I hurt you?
And maybe someday I will grow; maybe someday I will know. Maybe someday I will end these tears and go.

A little piece of me grows old, I keep on walking down this road. I've seen a million people change
but I will stay the same.

Echoes of the sound of silence

Hello darkness, my old friend; I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains within the sound of silence.

De la cima vamos a exclamar: ¡Nació un campeón!
Siempre mantén la fe en ti, sigue tu ideal hasta final.
Cada noche llega una nueva estrella a brillar un gran campeón.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery...
Which ever you prefer.