"... Mi punto de vista es simple: mientras exista un lugar en el que haya aire, sol y hierba, tenemos la obligación de lamentar no estar allí, sobre todo si somos jóvenes..."

La Hierba Roja, Boris Vian

Ponerse sentimental

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at you all

see the love

there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor

and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why

nobody told you

how to unfold your love

I don't know how

someone controlled you

They bought and sold you.

I look at the world

and I notice it's turning

While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake

we must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how

you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don't know how

you were inverted

No one alerted you.

I look at you all

see the love

there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

Look at you all...

Still my guitar gently weeps.