Veinticinco años ya de la muerte de Cobain.
Yo hasta entonces era muy feliz. Siempre feliz. Joder qué rollo,…
Y me enseñaron a no serlo. Qué bien oye.
Pero al final no era para tanto.
Y todas las historias que cuentan. Si quería ser o no ser una estrella
Un poco como yo, o como tú, claro.
Hay que ser un poco canalla, supongo, por supuesto.
De otra forma no se comprende. Veinticinco años ya.
The Man Who Sold the World
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Songwriters: David Bowie
