[ Those dancing days are gone ]

En general no estoy muy de acuerdo con ponerle música a un poema, y menos a uno de W.B. Yeats, aun asi, esta versión es genial.


He aqui el poema original de W.B. Yeats

Those dancing days are gone

Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

Ahora, Carla Bruni...

Carla Bruni - Those dancing days are gone

Grillito. I luv u!