Dolore

per esempio,

non so se amare o detestare quando trovo le parole che avrei voluto dire, già dette da qualcun altro, prima e meglio.

tipo:



It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed your stay
But I must be moving on


Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I'm an early morning lover
And I must be moving on



Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth



Like a ship without an achor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins



And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

e sarebbe stato carino se a questo punto mi avessero risposto:



Goodbye strange it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain

ma il rock non fa parte della vita reale, si sa.
e poi, sparano un sacco di cazzate.