A la cama con la Winehouse
Hace un año, desde que me mudé, que ahí estaba, como un adorno lleno de polvo por no tener enchufe donde conectarlo.
Finalmente junté coraje e hice la instalación necesaria, por lo que volví a acostarme en la cama a escuchar música después de no hacerlo por 10 años, desde mi época de soltero.
Esta especie de segundo debut decidí hacerlo con el disco Back To Black, de Amy Winehouse, un discazo que recomiendo enfáticamente.
Bueno, no faltará algún quisquilloso que venga a decirme que entonces no me fui a la cama con la Winehouse, sino con su disco.
Es un detalle mínimo, si estuviera aquí en persona posiblemente le pediría que cante antes que cualquier otra cosa.
Pero bueno..., tampoco podría jurarlo.
Back To Black
He left no time to regret,
kept his dick wet
with his same old safe bet.
Me and my head high,
and my tears dry,
get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
so far removed
from all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
my odds are stacked ,
I'll go back to black.
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Amy Winehouse
