Amélie

Amélie left me,

she fled, and summer got frozen.

I thought I had her, damnit,

I’d swore she was mine.

But, in the end, she was missing,

and nothing could substitute her,

every promise we did,

every kiss went an illusion at last.

Like ice melts in my whiskey glass,

our history fades, our love did not last,

a lone umbrella under your blue sky,

a dirty piece of paper that’s trying to fly.

Just tell me, Amélie,

do you even mean it,

or else, have you forsaken me

so lightly?

And, now, life seems strange,

without you, it’s colourless,

seems to have no more charm,

and guess you won’t notice.

I thought I was acting right,

I thought my choices were correct,

the very first time that I could

feel it that way.

And every shard of me,

of my mistreated heart,

still belongs to you,

even if you don’t mind.

Like ice melts in my whiskey glass,

our history fades, our love did not last,

a lone umbrella under your blue sky,

a dirty piece of paper that’s trying to fly.

Just tell me, Amélie,

do you even mean it,

or else, have you forsaken me

so lightly?

And, now, life seems strange,

without you, it’s colourless,

and I can’t stand it, no more,

Just tell me, Amélie,

do you even mean it,

or else, have you forsaken me

so lightly?

And, now, life seems strange,

without you, it’s colourless,

seems to have no more charm,

and guess you won’t notice.

With this song, nothing changes,

but I still need to write it down, to give it in,

because, even if I know

that “we” is forbidden, I still dream of it,

I just can’t give you up, Amélie!

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Esta canción es bastante más reciente, aunque no tengo claro de cuando. Es la muestra de cómo me he sentido desde que Ainoa me dejó, fundamentalmente. Supongo que algunos de quienes la lean podrán sentirse identificados con ese quiero y no puedo, con esa sensación de haber hecho todo lo posible y, a pesar de todo, fracasar. Es una sensación que te deja completamente planchado. Una sensación que no desaparece realmente, sino que se agazapa, lista para saltar sobre uno. Esa sensación de engaño nacida del considerar que sólo uno mismo sufre mientras que el otro es feliz y ni se acuerda de uno. Es una visión parcial e injusta, y lo se perfectamente. Pero es la que hay, no somos dueños de lo que sentimos.

La canción que empleé como base fue también la que me inspiró para escribir esta canción, "Plain sailing weather" de Frank Turner. Por darme, me dio hasta el nombre de la chica. Es una preciosidad de canción que recomiendo a quienes se hallen en una situación pareja a esta.