Butterfly on a wheel...

Cuando era una niña esta canción sin saber que decía me hizo llorar... estaba triste porque me habían regañado (no recuerdo por qué) y puse la "grabadora" de mi hermano y sonó esa canción. Poco tiempo después me tradujeron un pedacito y me gusto mucho mas, estaba en mi lista de: "rolas antes de dormir" cerraba mis ojos y mientras ponía los “soundtracks de la película de mi vida”, me viajaba pensando en la vida perfecta, el hombre ideal, la familia ideal, el sueño ideal... paso el tiempo y muchas de las canciones las olvide y ayer, me mandaron el video... la recordé y ahora la escucho y sigo pensando en las mismas cosas pero esta vez todo tiene un rostro mas definido...

Anden canten conmigo ;)

Silver and gold and it's growing cold
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone
'Cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns
Your heart to stone
The heat of your breath carving shadows on the mist
Every angel has the wish that she's never been kissed
A broken dream haunting in your sleep
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep
Love cuts you deep Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
There's no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me
As sure as God made wine, you can't wrap your arms
Around a memory Take warmth from me, cold
Autumn winds cut sharp as a knife
And in the dark for me, you're the candle flame that
Flickers to life
Love breaks the wings of a butterlfy on a wheel
Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Wise men say all is fair in love and war
There's no right or wrong in the design of love
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings
Broken and torn crushed like the flower under the snow
And like the flower in spring
Love will rise again to heal your wings
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel