Los días tristes

Hay días en los que tendría que estar pensando en bonitos regalos de cumpleaños, y sin embargo por algún defecto de la vida o de mi propio sistema sólo puedo sentir indeferencia, sentirme inútil, apagada y triste, muy triste, como los tres tigres del refrán, aquellos que comen trigo. Así de estúpida soy a veces. Así de estúpida he sido siempre. En solitario, ni yo misma sé quien soy. Tal vez sea una enferma. Quizás ya no pueda sentir nada. Quizás ya no tenga corazón. No sé en que momento de la vida lo perdí, no sé en qué descuido me lo robaron, tampoco sé si algún día me lo devolverán, pero desde entonces ya no sufro amargamente, simplemente miro la vida pasar. ¿Para qué quiero un corazón si no lo sé utilizar?

Audio: Yann Tiersen - Les jours tristes

It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can all along
And life must go on

It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you've tried has been wrong
But you must go on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day

It's hard, hard when you're here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity's gone
And it's gone
But you still carry on

'cause you, you are the only one left
And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day.