Despedidas I

No sé que ha sucedido hoy, pero el caso es que cada vez que me he montado en el coche y he encendido la radio, sonaba VIVA LA VIDA de Coldplay, no es una queja, porque este es uno de mis grupos favoritos, pero me ha resultado muy curioso. Así que aunque mi entrada de hoy estaba pensada de otro modo y tono, hoy toca esta fabulosa canción, me encanta la frase en la que dice: "Oh who would ever want to be king?" (¿Quién querría ser Rey?). Dados los tiempos que corren, al menos para mí, todo un canto a la humildad y una llamada a la sensatez que nos hace ser felices con lo que tenemos y no con todo lo que queremos y que quien sabe si al hacerse realidad nos llevaría al fondo del abismo.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world