"A Bad Dream/ Um Mau Sonho"

"Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."


em "A Bad Dream" de Keane


Acordei. Não dormirei mais. Não viverei nos vossos mundos de fantasia e sonhos que vós mesmos tornam em pesadelos. Porquê estar no escuro? Porquê deixar-me suar numa cama cujos lençóis não me pertencem? Não mais...
Que os seus ignóbeis senhores neles dormitem (ou quiçá vivam) pois o meu exaustivo descanso chegou ao fim.
Talvez noutra altura, noutro tempo, noutro sonho (ou o mesmo, tornado realidade), mas esta existência nega mais dormência.
Acordarão, porventura, um dia, uma manhã para tudo começarem mas nessa altura já o meu sol, como tantos outros, se estará a pôr.
É dia.



P.S. Espero colocar uma segunda versão ainda a ser trabalhada em breve.