La verdad es que me pone un poco triste y al mismo tiempo un poco contenta(¡!)
Habla de Verónica, probablemente enferma de Alzheimer, que no recuerda nada excepto que se llama Verónica y que tuvo un novio marino. Un tema difícil, pero que a mí me encanta .
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have sworn that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her name is Veronica
CHORUS
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by, did the favors wane
Did he roam down the town all the time
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door,
Reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the 'Empress of India' and as she closed her eyes upon the world
And picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again
CHORUS
Veronica sits in her favorite chair
and she sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her own,
With a devilish look in her eye
Saying 'You can call me anything you like,
But my name is Veronica'
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have sworn that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her name is Veronica
CHORUS
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by, did the favors wane
Did he roam down the town all the time
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door,
Reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the 'Empress of India' and as she closed her eyes upon the world
And picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again
CHORUS
Veronica sits in her favorite chair
and she sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her own,
With a devilish look in her eye
Saying 'You can call me anything you like,
But my name is Veronica'
TRADUCCIÓN
¿Está todo en esa cabecita tuya?
¿Qué pasa allí en la oscuridad?
Bueno, yo conocía a una chica y habría jurado que su nombre era Verónica
Bueno, ella tenía una mente desenfadada
y una mirada delicada
Hoy, me temo que ni siquiera está segura de que su nombre sea Verónica
Supones que se tapa los ojos
y Verónica se ha escondido
Y todo el tiempo se ríe de aquellos que gritan su nombre
y esconden su ropa
Verónica
Verónica
Se arrastraron los días, decayeron los beneficios
Vagó por la ciudad todo el tiempo
Despertarás de tu sueño con un lobo en la puerta
Queriendo alcanzar a Verónica
Eso fue hace sesenta y cinco años
Cuando el mundo era la calle donde ella vivía
Y un joven navegaba en un barco en el mar
Con una foto de Verónica
En el "Emperatriz de la India" y mientras ella cerro sus ojos al mundo
y le ajustaba las cuentas a las noticias de la semana anterior
Ella gritó su nombre otra vez
Verónica se sienta en su silla preferida
y se queda muy quieta y calladita
Y ellos dicen su nombre que nunca dicen bien
Y si ellos no lo dicen bien nadie nunca lo hará
Pero ella solía tener una mente desenfadada
Con una mirada diabólica
Diciendo "Me podéiss llamar como queráis,
Pero me llamo Verónica"
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