Lembro-me de cantar esta canção (vi agora que toda adulterada) e o que hoje me parece timbre de música russa naquele época era apenas melodia alegre em voz de cascata. Os anos mudam até a forma como ouvimos. Gostei de a recordar, à Mary Hopkins.
Acontece-nos a todos, só que em 1969 Mary Hopkins era jovem para cantar esta canção:
Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours And think of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la la la
Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me
Lembro-me de cantar esta canção (vi agora que toda adulterada) e o que hoje me parece timbre de música russa naquele época era apenas melodia alegre em voz de cascata. Os anos mudam até a forma como ouvimos. Gostei de a recordar, à Mary Hopkins.
ResponderEliminarBom sábado! - que promete muito calor.
ResponderEliminarAcontece-nos a todos, só que em 1969 Mary Hopkins era jovem para cantar esta canção:
ResponderEliminarOnce upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la la la
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
Fui ver a idade de Mary Hopkins. Em 1969 tinha 19 anos. Com essa idade devia andar pela dita e hipotética tavern. Por cá andávamos pelos cafés...
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