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Am plecat.

Mă voi întoarce.

De câteva zile, mă obsedează noua melodie a celor de la Coldplay.

Linie melodică superbă, versuri pline de înţeles şi un videoclip pe măsură.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
„Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can‘t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows in the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world.

A shady room with white, blank walls –

Gauguin’s Tahiti paintings sauntering before my eyes.

A nurse unwrapping a sterile needle –

Vivaldi’s Spring enchanting my ears.

Three sharp pricks on my shivering arm –

Temporary tattoos on my skin.

Cotton wool soaked with spirits –

Miss Dior (limited edition) ravishing my nostrils.

Syrup, pills and all-saints-wrote tee –

Acacia honey cramming my mouth.

Nu mai arunc punţi peste prăpăstii.

Nu mai mânuiesc zmeiele altora.

Nu mai joc roluri principale în alte filme.

Nu mai ciulesc urechile la zgomote străine.

Nu-mi mai potolesc setea cu apa altor izvoare.

Nu mai tind spre stele îndepărtate.

Nu mai colorez visele altora.

Nu mai ţes la alte războaie.

Nu mă mai opresc pe staminele altor flori.

Nu mai descurc aţele altora.

Nu mai interpretez alte arii.

Azi sunt eu, cu mine, pentru mine.