Me traigo una entrada que publiqué en su día en el anterior cuaderno. La música incrustada se me está quedando prácticamente toda inoperante, así que voy a ir rehaciéndola. La entrada antigua se tituló "estos tres días" y abordaba tres versiones de un mismo tema, uno en concreto de los más bellos, finos y lacerantes que un servidor conoce. Hoy voy añadir una más que he descubierto hace bien poco.
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to
And I had a lover
It's so hard to risk another these days
These days
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing for so long
I'll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
One of these days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
La original, de Jackson Browne:
These days
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to
And I had a lover
It's so hard to risk another these days
These days
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing for so long
I'll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
One of these days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
La de Nico:
I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.
I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.
I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.
I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.
I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.
I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.
I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.
La de Enrique:
He estado viajando,
casi no estoy hablando estos días,
estos días.
En estos días recordé
las cosas que de ti olvidé y fallé,
y en el tiempo que desperdicié.
Y tuve una amante,
es difícil arriesgarte estos días,
estos días.
Y sigo rodando otra vez,
algo irá mejorando estos días,
estos días.
Un día de estos me sentaré
en una esquina y luego contaré
hasta diez.
No me enfrentes mis fracasos,
aún no los olvidé.
Si crees que tengo miedo de
vivir la vida que antes canté,
sólo estoy cansado de perder siempre.
casi no estoy hablando estos días,
estos días.
En estos días recordé
las cosas que de ti olvidé y fallé,
y en el tiempo que desperdicié.
Y tuve una amante,
es difícil arriesgarte estos días,
estos días.
Y sigo rodando otra vez,
algo irá mejorando estos días,
estos días.
Un día de estos me sentaré
en una esquina y luego contaré
hasta diez.
No me enfrentes mis fracasos,
aún no los olvidé.
Si crees que tengo miedo de
vivir la vida que antes canté,
sólo estoy cansado de perder siempre.
Por cierto, yo coincido con la opinión de Jackson B.: la guitarra final está demasiado alta:
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