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This week started with the worst possible news and that has me pretty discouraged, but I heard this song and remembered to participate for this community.
My beloved singing teacher passed away and she was one of those people who made the world a beautiful place with her positivism and her love for everyone, a human being that if I had not met her I would not believe it was possible to exist.
Hello beautiful people of the Pukumundo community here @eudarcabello this time for week 19 of The Singing Voice with the song La Casa by the Venezuelan band Caramelos de cianuro.
Ahora salgo y me emborracho, veo la noche hacerse el día
Desayuno con un cacho y con una fría
Desde que te has ido mi vida ha sido control y descontrol
Ya vi todas las de ovnis, las de sangre y las de zombis
En estado vegetal frente al televisor, inmóvil
Cada noche es más negra y ya no me alegra ni el alcohol
Porque esta casa ya no es un hogar desde que te fuiste
Sola y triste
Paredes frías, camas vacías, siento sin tu aliento el tiempo lento
Porque esta casa ya no es un hogar desde que te fuiste
Sola y triste
Paredes frías, camas vacías, tanto tengo y tanto me arrepiento
Y ahora voy tratando de evitar algo que me conmueva
Hibernando como un animal en una cueva
Desde que te has ido mi vida ha sido soledad, desolación
Ya vi todas las de ovnis, las de sangre y las de zombies
En estado vegetal frente al televisor, inmóvil
Cada noche es más negra y ya no me alegra ni el alcohol
Porque esta casa ya no es hogar desde que te fuiste, sola y triste
Paredes frías, camas vacías
Siento sin tu aliento el tiempo lento
Porque esta casa ya no es un hogar desde que te fuiste, sola y triste
Paredes frías, camas vacías
Tanto tengo y tanto me arrepiento
Esta casa no es hogar desde que te fuiste, nada más
Es fría, es vacía
Siento sin tu aliento el tiempo lento
Esta casa no es hogar desde que te fuiste, nada más
Es fría, es vacía
Tanto tengo y tanto me arrepiento
Now I go out and get drunk, I see the night become the day.
I have breakfast with a chunk and a cold one
Since you've been gone, my life has been control and uncontrolled
I've seen all the UFO's, all the blood and zombie ones
In a vegetable state in front of the television, motionless
Every night is blacker and I'm not even happy with alcohol anymore
Because this house is no longer a home since you left
Alone and sad
Cold walls, empty beds, I feel the slow time without your breath
Because this house is no longer a home since you've been gone
Alone and sad
Cold walls, empty beds, so much I have and so much I regret
And now I go trying to avoid something that moves me
Hibernating like an animal in a cave
Since you've been gone my life has been loneliness, desolation
I've seen all the UFO's, the blood and zombie movies
In a vegetable state in front of the TV set, motionless
Every night is blacker and I'm not even happy with alcohol anymore
Because this house is no longer home since you left, lonely and sad
Cold walls, empty beds
I feel the slow time without your breath
Because this house is no longer a home since you left, lonely and sad
Cold walls, empty beds
So much I have and so much I regret
This house is no longer a home since you left, nothing more
It's cold, it's empty
I feel the slow time without your breath
This house is not home since you left, nothing more
It's cold, it's empty
So much I have and so much I regret
In some of the transfers between the funeral home and my house this song was played and I thought I should do it for this week. Maybe the lyrics are not so appropriate, but I imagine that it must be similar to the feeling of the professor who was her husband when he arrives home and his beloved is not there.
I'm still bummed but I gathered everything I could for my participation this week for The Singing Voice and it might help deal with the sadness a bit.
Thank you for your support. I hope you liked my post as much as I did and I invite you to visit my future posts.
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