HUELE A INVIERNO

Now the sun was in my eyes
So forgive me if I was blind
But I can suddenly see the light
Now the blinds are raised,
Now he's finally spoken
Winter's finally broken
Realise I'm heading for colder days
He can feel it just around the corner
He can feel it on every breath
And something tells him its good goodbye summer
And something tells him, its the kiss of death
Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
Theres a chill down my spine, but the weather's fine, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
You better button up your coat
Or it will catch you in the pit of the throat
You can certainly feel the wind blow
When your by yourself,
And when the snow has finally melted
You better think about who you shelter
'Cos one of these days it might just be someone else
And he's searched underground and overground for a partner
Played his harmonica 'til his lips were raw
He's looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
So far each year he's drawn the shortest straw
Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
Theres a chill down my spine, but the weather's fine, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
I smell winter
I smell winter
I smell winter
I.....(smell winter)
And he's searched underground and overground for a partner
Played his harmonica 'til his lips were raw
He's looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
So far each year he's drawn the shortest straw
Losing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
Theres a chill down my spine, but the weather's fine, I smell winter on his breath(I smell winter)
The Housemartins. I Smell Winter
No se pierdan el último hallazgo.
Sábado, 01 de Diciembre de 2007 13:11
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Autor: Jr.
Nada mal, me he echado unas cuantas a su salud.
El poema de Kipling es de los que a una clase de hombres se les queda cincelado en la retina.
Los graznidos de cuatro gaviotas revoltosas que se empeñan en jugar al esconder en medio de una espesa niebla que en esta fría mañana con olor a invierno me impide ver la otra orilla.
El poema de Kipling es de los que a una clase de hombres se les queda cincelado en la retina.
Los graznidos de cuatro gaviotas revoltosas que se empeñan en jugar al esconder en medio de una espesa niebla que en esta fría mañana con olor a invierno me impide ver la otra orilla.
Fecha: 01/12/2007 14:45.
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Autor: Carmen
Me he enterado de la mitad, pero vamos yo me hago a la idea de que pone algo de frío..y de nieve...y tal..me gusta el invierno!!
Fecha: 03/12/2007 16:45.




