25 ene. 2013

Susan Boyle

Para acabar la semana, os dejo con este vídeo del 2009, en el que una señora de 47 años, con pinta de... estooo... señora, deja boquiabiertos a los miembros del jurado del programa Britain's got talent cuando comienza a cantar I dreamed a dream, de Los Miserables.

La verdad es que no te esperas el chorro de voz que sale de ese cuerpo...

Esta es la letra:

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting

There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame


He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

En semifinales cantó Memory, de Cats.

Y su letra:

See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

A new day has begun

Un chorro de voz impresionante, desde luego...
¡Buen finde a todos! El lunes, más.