L’Home que va vendre el Món
Deixa un comentariWe passed upon the stair,
we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there,
he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone,
a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand,
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land,
for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
at all the millions here
We must have died along,
a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Un txistu de bascos:
Dos bascos caçant cargols:
-Mira, Patxi, un Rolex!
-Pero bueno, Iñaki, hemos venido a buscar Rolex o caracoles?!