lunes, 6 de abril de 2009


"Well, I saw a bird today
flying from a bush
and the wind blew it away.

And the black-eyed mother sun
scorched the butterfly at play
velvet veined, I saw it burn.

With a wintry storm-blown sigh,
a silver cloud blew right on by.
And, taking in the morning,
I sang, O Requiem.

Well, my lady told me: "Stay",
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.
But I didn't say a word,
as the train time-table blurred,
close behind the taxi stand.

Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.
Fading in the traffic, watched her go.
And taking in the morning,
heard myself singing.

O Requiem. Here I go again.
It's the same old story.

Well, I saw a bird today,
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand."

Artista: Jethro Tull

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