Por que alguém tem que saber do que fala

Eu não me atrevo a tentar traduzir essa música, provavelmente faria algo porco e perderia todo o sentido. Ela tem que ser degustada no original, vai por mim.

É uma música que fala sobre solidão extrema, sobre ser único, solitário e isolado, sem pares ou iguais, nesse mundo sujo.

Confesso que as vezes é inevitável me sentir assim.

Fica ai um (quase) presente de Natal.

"Jesus Was An Only Son"

Jesus was an only son
As he walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside him
In the path where his blood spilled
Jesus was an only son
In the hills of Nazareth
As he lay reading the Psalms of David
At his mother's feet

A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well
For I'll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell,
Shall pierce your dreams this night"

In the garden at Gethsemane
He prayed for the life he'd never live,
He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove
The cup of death from his lips

Now there's a loss that can never be replaced,
A destination that can never be reached
A light you'll never find in another's face,
A sea whose distance cannot be breached

Well Jesus kissed his mother's hands
Whispered, "Mother, still your tears,
For remember the soul of the universe
Willed a world and it appeared