November rain - Guns and Roses

November rain - Guns and Roses

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain

Do you need some time... on your own
Do you need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time... on my own
Sometimes I need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone

And when your fears subside and shadows still remain, oh yeah
I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness we still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever even cold November rain

You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody

El abuelo - Victor Manuel

El abuelo - Victor Manuel

Sentado en el quicio de la puerta
el pitillo apagado entre los labios
con la boina calada y en la mano
una vara nerviosa de avellano
que recuerda su frente, limpia y clara
Quizá la primavera deshojada
el olor de la pólvora mojada
o el sabor del carbón mientras picaba

El abuelo fue picador allá en la mina
y arrancando negro carbón quemó su vida

Se ha sentado el abuelo en la escalera
a esperar el tibio sol de madrugada
la mirada clavada en la montaña
es su amiga más fiel nunca le engaña
Temblorosa la mano va al bolsillo
rebuscando el tabaco y su librito
y al final como siempre murmurando
que María le esconde su tabaco

El abuelo fue picador allá en la mina
y arrancando negro carbón quemó su vida