lunes, 29 de mayo de 2006

Letra de una cancion de Yann Tiersen

Artista: Yann Tiersen
Álbum: L'Absente
Título: Les Jours Tristes

It's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans and claim that you?
Ive done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.

Its hard,
hard, to stand up for what's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every ideal that you tried has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.

Ref:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you? Ive got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand some day, some day.
some day.

It's hard,
hard, when you're here all alone
and everyone else's gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivity's gone and it's gone.
But you still
carry on.

'cause you,
you are the only one left
and you've got to clean up this mess.
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless you stay strong
And you
carry on.

Ref:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand some day,
some day.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

who are you? have we met? have I ever crossed your mind?
the song is beautyful and right, but, when there's no one there to stand at your side holding the truth, it's harder to accept cowards are wrong: i hope you never know that

est-ce que tu m'as compris?

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