Ojalá

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blueskies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rain?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how i wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have you found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Suena en mi ipod Wish you were here de Pink Floyd.
Ojalá estuvieras aquí conmigo. Ponte buena, que esos ojos vuelvan a sonreir y a vencer al sol en su esplendor.