Wish You Were Here

Da série "Clássicos"...

Toda vez que ouço penso em Saudades. Não de alguém ou algo específico. Penso mais no futuro, e aí me livro da melanconia que a palavra saudade carrega.

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell

Blue skies from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

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 confort 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 we found?

The same old fears

Wish you were here

Pink Floyd

Roger Waters e David Gilmour