segunda-feira, maio 22, 2006

Uma amiga manda-me um sms dizendo que "Forever Young" é uma canção foleira.

O tanas. Aos 33 anos, eu acho que é mais que uma canção: é um documentário. Um documentário inesquecível.

A letra é Wordsworth do melhor. O romântico inglês escreveu, cheio de optimismo melancólico:

That though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Os alemães com brilhantina, mais cépticos, traduzem para as massas:

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever? Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Forever young, I want to be forever young.


E eles têm uma coisa que Wordsworth não tinha: uns sintetizadores épicos do catano. O que somado dá uma canção sublime, fantasmática, de uma tristeza inescapável como um céu de chumbo. Que isto venha de uns gajos banais da vasta legião synth-pop é estranho e talvez incompreensível; mas foleiro é que isto não é. Excepto na medida em que as nossas vidas são altamente foleiras.

Encontrei este texto no estado civil.

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