domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010

TIME IN A BOTTLE



Jim Croce - Time in a bottle (1973)

If I could save time in a bottle,
the first thing that I'd like to do
is to save every day
'til eternity passes away
just to spend them with you.

If I could make days last forever,
if words could make wishes come true,
I'd save every day
like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you.

But there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true,
the box would be empty
except for the memory
of how they were answered by you.

But there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
you're the one I want to go through time with

Traducción

Si pudiera guardar el tiempo en una botella
lo primero que me gustaría hacer
es guardar cada día
hasta que la eternidad desaparezca
solamente para pasarlos contigo

Si pudiera hacer que los días duraran por siempre,
si las palabras pudieran convertir los deseos en realidad,
guardaría cada día
como un tesoro y luego
nuevamente los pasaría contigo

Pero parece que nunca hay suficiente tiempo
para hacer las cosas que quieres hacer
una vez que las encuentras
he mirado a mí alrededor lo suficiente para saber
que eres tú con quien quiero pasar mi vida

Si tuviera una caja sólo para deseos
y sueños que nunca se hicieron realidad
la caja estaría vacía
excepto por el recuerdo
de cómo fueron respondidos por ti.

Pero parece que nunca hay suficiente tiempo
para hacer las cosas que quieres hacer
una vez que las encuentras
he mirado a mi alrededor lo suficiente para saber
que eres tú con quien quiero pasar mi vida

1 comentario:

tonybolanyo dijo...

Me quedo sin palabras, así que usaré las de Springsteen:

...you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.

[...]

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land.

[...]

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk

[...]

The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free

[...]

It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.