Una preciosidad.

Para seguir con la tónica melómana del Blog, hoy os traigo una canción... yo creo que es una de las mejores canciones de la historia del Rock de todos los tiempos, la canción se llama Refugees, compuesta por el grupo Inglés Van der Graaf Generator.

Para explicaros, Van der Graaf es un grupo nacido en el final de los 60, principios de los 70s. Este grupo está muy influenciado por la música clásica y el jazz, aparte de la corriente inglesa de rock que corría por estas fechas (The Who, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin...)

Escuché por primera vez esta canción a través de un buen amigo mio que me la puso en el coche. Ahora os la traigo a todos vosotros para que escucheis la verdadera música. Con esta canción quiero decir a todos que paseis una muy Feliz Navidad, y un prospero año 2009!



North was somewhere years ago and cold:
Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry:
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came, gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered;
we were at peace, and we cheered.

We walked alone, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.

West is where all days will someday end;
where the colours turn from grey to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above all;
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.

There we shall spend our final days of our lives;
tell the same old stories: yeah well,
at least we tried.
Into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh, yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the way.

We're refugees, walking away from the life
that we've known and loved;
nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay;
now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own
in brown bags, tied up with string;
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing,
but we'll be happy on our own.
West is Mike and Susie;
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.