viernes, 29 de mayo de 2015

DON QUIXOTE

Os dejo esta peculiar versión de Don Quijote y su letra en inglés:


I stand here soaked in wounded pride
My sanity tiptoes to the edge
Now I awake to wear this guise
It helps to mask all my regret, my regret, my regret

When I don this old, dull suit of armor
I convince myself, somewhere inside me, there is honor
Call me irrational right down to my core
I’m Don Quixote, this guitar is my sword
Because reality so often is a bore
As Don Quixote I can dream of so much more
So much…. more

On Rocinante into battle I ride
Against personal demons I must fight
Treacherous windmills in my way
See a hero’s reflection in my blade, in my blade, my blade

When I don this old, dull suit of armor
I convince myself, somewhere inside me, there is honor
Call me irrational right down to my core
I’m Don Quixote, this guitar is my sword
Because reality so often is a bore
As Don Quixote I can dream of so much more
So much… more

What do I see on the horizon?
The defeat of myself coupled with my arising
Come be my Sancho, you can join the story
We’ll tally victories and bask in the glory
Hallelujah

Call me irrational right down to my core
I’m Don Quixote, this guitar is my sword
Because reality so often is a bore
As Don Quixote I can dream of so much more
So much… more