Your Song

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Fin del cuento de hadas

ya no le queda encanto a este castillo
este cuento de hadas se quedó sin hadas y ya no es un cuento
el dolor de la realidad esta por todas partes
ya no hay príncipe azul
ni deseos, ni varitas mágicas
ya no queda color rosa
ni siquiera mis labios que ya nunca jamás podrán besarte
este ensueño se ha vuelto pesadilla
el recuerdo de ayer lo rodea todo
lo llena todo
lo abarca todo
lo entristece todo
lo derrumba todo,
excepto este duro presente sin ti
que se resiste a pensar que ya no estás
que te has ido a un lugar
del que nunca jamás volverás.