Questa è una canzone che ultimamente mi segue parecchio: attraverso le mura dei vicini che la ascoltano a tutto volume (in questo momento uno di loro sta ascoltando i Metallica… il batterista dei quali è nato e cresciuto fino ai 17 anni a Gentofte, a 2-3 kilometri da qui), o nel bar dove lavoro saltuariamente. Resta il fatto che è una bella canzone che con ogni probabilità non raggiungerà l’Italia quindi ve la propongo qui.
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Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby come home, you angels bring her home
(Danish)
Imens står solen over højen
Han mindes den sommer hvor hun strålede
Forsvandt i haven grøn, og træernes sang hun fandt
Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home
(Danish)
Den sang tog mørket i sin pote
Den bar hans kvinde i dens kolde favn
Og lagde hende for hans dør i silkekjole
Hoping the angels would carry her home
Leaving it alle with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I’ll carry you away into the garden’s tale
But everything died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seing it all blossom forever more
Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home
(Danish)
Imens står solen over højen
Hans skygge kastes ud i haven grøn
Forsvandt for evigt og uden en note
Hoping the angels will carry him home
Leaving it all with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I’ll carry you away into the garden’s tale
But everything died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seing it all blossom forever more
Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby you’re home, you angels where are you.
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