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miércoles, 1 de julio de 2015

Day 1: your favourite song.


 Día 1: tu canción favorita. 
 Tengo dos.
 La primera la versión de The Phantom of the Opera que aparece en la película de 2004, cantada por Gerard Butler y Emmy Rossum.
 También me gustan otras versiones, en especial la de Nightwish y la cantada por Sarah Brightman y Antonio Banderas.

   LETRA
In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came...
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name...

And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside my mind...

Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet...
My power over you
Grows stronger yet...

And though you turn from me
To glance behind...
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside your mind...

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...
It's me the hear...

Your/my spirit and my/your mind
In one combined...
The Phantom of the Opera is here/there
Inside my/your mind...

He's there,
The Phantom of the Opera...
Beware,
The Phantom of the Opera...

*In all your fantasies
You always new
That man of mistery
Were both in you...

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is here/there
Inside my/your mind...*

Sing,
My Angel of Music...

He's there,
The Phantom of the Opera...


 Espero que se distingan los colores; el morado es Christine, rojo el Fantasma y azul, ambos. Lo que está entre asteriscos es de la versión de Nightwish.

   VÍDEOS
 Película de 2004

Nightwish (Tarja como Christine y Marco como el Fantasma)

 Sarah Brightman & Antonio Banderas


 La segunda, The Poet and the Pendulum, de Nightwish. No tengo palabras para ella; cuando llega la quinta parte, tengo los ojos llenos de lágrimas de emoción.
   LETRA
[I. White Lands Of Empathica]

The end.

The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of empathica
Of innocence
Empathica
Innocence

[II. Home]

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
(Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world)

[III. The Pacific]

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

"I'm afraid, I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.

You live long enough to hear the sounds of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give
me a death I always longed for."

[IV. Dark Passion Play]

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
(Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world)

"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and
1000 pages of erased text."

Save me

[V. Mother And Father]

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning.

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