RECOMENDADOS EN PAR XII

1. COMFORTABLY NUMB
Intérprete: PINK FLOYD
Composición: ROGER WATERS Y DAVID GILMOUR
Álbum: THE WALL
Año: 1979

Hello? Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again.
Relax. I need some information first.
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
O. K. Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more Ahhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. Good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

2. MAR ANTIGUO
Intérpretes: EL ÚLTIMO DE LA FILA
Composición: QUIMI PORTET Y MANOLO GARCÍA
Álbum: ASTRONOMIA RAZONABLE
Año: 1993

Dejé la estepa cansado y aturdido;
Pasto de la ansiedad.
No hay otros mundos, pero si hay otros ojos,
Aguas tranquilas, en las que fondear.
Mar antiguo, madre salvaje,
De abrigo incierto que acuna el olivar.
Muge mi alma, confusa y triste;
Ojos azules en los que naufragar.
Te he echado tanto de menos
Patria pequeña y fugaz;
Que al llegar cruel del norte el huracán,
No se apague en tu puerto el hogar.
Mar antiguo, madre salvaje,
En tus orillas de rodillas rezaré.
Tierra absurda que me hizo absurdo,
Nostalgia de un futuro azul en el que anclar.
Triste y cansado, con los viejos amigos,
El vino y el cantar;
Mientras quede un olivo en el olivar
Y una vela latina en el mar.
Viejos dioses olvidados
Mantenednos libres de todo mal.
Mar antiguo, dios salvaje
De la encina y del gris olivar.