lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011

Come Home



Ryan Adams, vaquero que en solitario y bajo la luz de la luna cabalga lento y seguro, ha vuelto para entregar un precioso disco de esos tan suyos, tan íntimos y desnudos, que nos vuelve a enamorar. "Come Home" es una súplica, desde la calma de la soledad y la descarnada añoranza, que representa anhelar el regreso de alguien amado al hogar. Sitios comunes dirán unos, quizá, pero aquí hay suavidad y calidez otoñal. 



"Come Home"

You built this house
You built it stone by stone
Hammer in your hand
You build this home

This house is strong
You raised it with your love
A shelter from the winds
From the cold and dark

And nobody has to cry to make it seem real
And nobody has to hide the way that they feel
If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine
I will be here for you standing by your side
So come home, come home

You built those walls
To hide your fears inside
We were younger then
It's safe now to come outside

We built this home
On this little piece of land
The sky above is dark
No rain comes in

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real
Nobody has to hide the way that they feel
If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine
I will be here for you standing by your side
So come home, come home

As the storm grows stronger, deeper, and wide
My faith's a winding river with no riverside
As the years grow longer I will be here by your side
Ashes to dust and stone by stone
Forever I will always be your love

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real
Nobody has to hide the way that they feel
If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine
I will be here for you standing by your side
So come home, come home, come home 

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