...My life, it don't count for nothing.
When I look at this world, I feel so small.
My life, it's only a season:
A passing September that no one will recall.
But I gave joy to my mother.
And I made my lover smile.
And I can give comfort to my friends when they're hurting.
And I can make it seem better for a while.
My life, it's half the way travelled,
And still I have not found my way out of this night.
An' my life, it's tangled in wishes,
And so many things that just never turned out right.
But I gave joy to my mother.
And I made my lover smile.
And I can give comfort to my friends when they're hurting.
And I can make it seem better,
I can make it seem better,
I can make it seem better for a while...
4 comentaris:
Cal que ens llevem de damunt la idea que hi ha vides ques no compten. Tot això d'arribar a ésser algú a la vida està lligat a eixa dicotomia èxit/fracàs en la que no crec gaire.
Dic! M'ha quedat en blanc i no he pogut escoltar...però he llegit l'apunt anterior, i que bonic, m'encanta llegir el que escrius, tal com raja...
I am the first to comment this one, it's such a great text, beautiful really. Your sms reminded me this I am not a part of this love's, lover's, jelaous, fights circus longer any more. But , of course, I am interested in hehehehhe. I hope You will find some time tonight, I have some news for You also. Your friend Aggie
Jota, pues jo sí crec. Pa ser ningú millor no haver eixit de la panxa.
Zel, pos la cançoneta és pa escoltar-la!
Aggie! I will write you tonight, big circus here, really, I'm sure with you here I would be enjoying that... Now I just smile sometimes, and some gossip while I'm working, with the only Atlantis worker we have this year...You can not imagine, I hope it stops soon... or well, I really don't care, at least I have some fun listening strange sounds during the night and looking through the window while I work hihihihihihi.
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