sâmbătă, 7 noiembrie 2009

Dandelion







Saw him on a Friday outside some run down saloon
he was cryin over someone that he felt left much too soon
I said, hey boy don't you cry tonight
let me take you out on this town
he looked at me and smiled as one last tear splashed off the ground
with half a wink he asked me what are you some kind of freak
I told him no, I guess I just feel your vibe is kinda deep
the moon hung over soho
and I counted 16 stars
I pointed at the brightest one and said now that one's ours
he's a dandelion, up on his hill above the sea
he's not exactly everything I thought that he might be

he's a dandelion
he looks like everything I need
I thought he was a flower
but I found out he's a weed

Then I hold on hold on hold on
hold on hold on hold on

he might just be poison
but I took him to my roof top
I said are you afraid of heights,
He said no I am not
I said hey boy don't you lie to me, tell me everything you feel
we danced around in circles,
He said I think we found something real

he's a dandelion, up on his cliff above the sea
he's not exactly everything I thought that he might be

he's a dandelion
he looks like everything I need
I thought he was a flower
but I found out he's a weed

Then I hold on hold on hold on
hold on hold on hold on
Down in union square
I saw him walking all alone
I walked a little slower just so I'd remain unknown
he met someone on seventeenth that he knew her all too well
my little piece of heaven has a secret he won't tell
with half a smile he took her hand
and then they walked away
I realized I would not see my boy after today

I fell in love with a dandelion
and he's all I ever had
at first he looked so sweet
but in the end he tastes so bad
he's a dandelion, up on his cliff above the sea
he's not exactly everything I thought that he might be

he's a dandelion
he looks like everything I need
I thought she was a flower
but I found out he's a weed

Then I hold on hold on hold on
hold on hold on hold on
And I tell myself
hold on hold on hold on
hold on hold on hold on
yeah hold on

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"Îmi place s-o ascult cînd îmi vorbeşte
Dar de un cîntec mult mai mult mă-ncînt:
Nu ştiu cum calcă zîna îngereşte,
Dar Doamna mea păşeşte pe pămînt.

Şi totuşi jur că n-are-asemănare
Cu cele ce se cred rupte din soare!"

(traducere dupa W. Shakespeare)