‘Him’, una canción de LILY ALLEN
Te importaría sacarme de aquí
De este lugar
No consigo ver
La mirada en tu rostro
Y si hay
Algo parecido a un dios
Crees que se sentiría satisfecho
Si mirara hacia nosotros
Me pregunto que vería
Crees que pensaría que las cosas que hacemos
Son una pérdida de tiempo
O simplemente
Lo llevamos bien
Crees que estará pelado
O tendrá seguridad económica
Y en tiempo de elecciones
Me pregunto por quién votaría
Hasta donde pueda recordar
La gente ha muerto por su buen nombre
Mucho antes de aquel Septiembre
Antes de los aviones secuestrados
Ha perdido la voluntad y no puede decidir
No sabe qué está bien o qué está mal
Pero hay algo de lo que está seguro
esto ha ido demasiado lejos
Crees que él conduciría
En su coche sin seguro
Nos resultaría un tipo interesante
O crees que nos aburriría
Crees que su tipo favorito de raza humana
Es la caucásica
Crees que se le reconocería
Por evadir impuestos
Crees que sería bueno
Recordando los nombres de la gente
Crees que probaría
La heroína o la cocaína
No me imagino
Que hubiera sido un suicida
Su banda favorita
Es Creedence Clearwater Revival
HIM
Would you please take me away
from this place
I cannot bear to see
the look upon your face
And if there
is some kind of god
do you think he’s pleased
When he looks down on us
I wonder what he sees
Do you think
he’d think the things we do
are a waste of time
Maybe he’d think
we are getting on just fine
Do you think he’s skint
or financially secure
And come election time
I wonder who he’d vote for
Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long
Do you think he’d drive
in his car without insurance
Now is he interesting
or do you think he’d bore us
Do you think
his favourite type of human
is caucasian
Do you reckon
he’s ever been done
for tax evasion
Do you think he’s any good
at remembering people’s names
Do you think he’s ever taken
smack or cocaine
I don’t imagine
he’s ever been suicidal
His favourite band
is Creedence Clearwater Revival
Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long
Would you please take me away
from this place
I cannot bear to see
the look upon your face
And if there
is some kind of god
do you think he’s pleased
When he looks down on us
I wonder what he sees
Do you think
he’d think the things we do
are a waste of time
Maybe he’d think
we are getting on just fine
Do you think he’s skint
or financially secure
And come election time
I wonder who he’d vote for
Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long
Do you think he’d drive
in his car without insurance
Now is he interesting
or do you think he’d bore us
Do you think
his favourite type of human
is caucasian
Do you reckon
he’s ever been done
for tax evasion
Do you think he’s any good
at remembering people’s names
Do you think he’s ever taken
smack or cocaine
I don’t imagine
he’s ever been suicidal
His favourite band
is Creedence Clearwater Revival
Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long
LILY ALLEN
(enviada por YU AN)
(enviada por YU AN)
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