Sonata Arctica – Letter To Dana

una din melodiile mele preferate, pe care n-am mai ascultat-o de vreo cinci ani până să o redescopăr din întâmplare săptămâna trecută... ca să aflu că îmi place la fel de mult ca atunci :)

e una din acele melodii pe care nu mă pot abţine să nu cânt... şi mi se pare şi foarte emoţionantă, cum avansează temporal viaţa ei şi viaţa lui în care n-a încetat să o iubească... cu toate că iubea o iluzie...

iar vocea lui Tony Kakko este inconfundabilă... una din vocile mele preferate...

Dana, my darling, I’m writing to you,
Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
And I don’t want to bother you anymore,
I used to hope you’d come back
But not anymore, Dana.

My eyes might have betrayed me, but I have seen
Your picture on the cover of a filthy magazine
And I think my heart just cannot handle that
Dana, my darling, would be so bad.

Dana, my darling I’m writing to you,
Cause your mother passed away, it was a really rainy day
And I didn’t mean to bother you anymore
Your mother wished: Come visit your father’s grave, Dana

Your father disowned you because you have sinned
But he did forgive you in the condition he was in
And I know yon’t do those things anymore
Dana my darling I’m waiting for

Little Dana O’Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
To travel away, faraway

Now, you can’t surprise me anymore
I’ve seen it all before
But it seems I cannot let you go
Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana

And I think that I told you, I’d wait for you forever
Now I know someone else’s holding you,
So, for the first time in my life – I must lie
Lie’s a sin, mess that I am in,
Love is not the thing I feel know
I promise you: I won’t write again ’til the sun sets behind your grave

Dana, oh, Dana I’m writing to you,
I heard you passed away, it was a beautiful day
I’m old and I feel time will come for me,
My diary’s pages are full of thee

Little Dana O’Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
To travel away, faraway

[sunt curios creţule dacă o să zici şi acum că îmi plac versurile din acelaşi motiv subconştient pentru care zici tu că îmi place şi forrest gump... faptul că ziua în care a murit ea a fost “a beautiful day”, ea fiind o târfă... sper că înţelegi ce zic...]