jueves, 2 de abril de 2009

En la corte del Rey Escarlata

Pocas canciones me trasladan de una forma tan poderosa a cierta época de mi juventud como este Epitaph de King Crimson. Siempre que vuelvo a escucharlo, oigo la esbelta voz de Ramiro, un amigo de entonces, cantando con mucho entusiasmo por los alrededores de la Plaza Mayor de Madrid, mientras paséabamos en busca de un poco de diversión. Debajo dejo la letra original.


The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph...




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