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