Over The Hills And Far Away...

Bueno, vou a seguir na miña liña de publicar frikilladas. Últimamente teño unha época de rememorar a etapa heavyrula que vivin na adolescencia gracias ao meu irman maior que gostaba de por a musica heavy a toda potencia e era inevitable de escoitar. Así coñecin aos míticos grupos como Kiss, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Whitesnake,Queen...etc Daquela non era unha música que me gustara especialmente, pero agora redescubrindo temas vexo que hay cousas que me gustan e ademais, despois de un par de decadas soterradas,transportanme directamente a adolescencia e a un sentimento superchulo: ese momento no que estás descubrindo un montón de cousas novas e que hai un mundo ahí fora por conquistar. Escoitar de novo esta música conéctame con esa ilusión "adolescentil" que desgraciadamente vaise perdendo cando nos facemos adultos e vemos que non conseguimos o que queriamos, ou que o mundo e as persoas non son como nos imaxinabamos, nin como nolo vendían nas peliculas...Snif, faime rexuvenecer e entón me pregunto, estarei pasando a crise dos 30? Hehe.

O conto e que redescobrin este tema épico-rockeiro de Gary Moore (un guitarrista irlandés de renome)con claras influencias celtas, e a letra recordoume de pasada a "Na loita".Haha.

Así que vouvos deixar os videos e a letra para que lle botedes un ollo, pode gustarvos ou parecervos hortera, pero apeteciame compartir esto con vos:

Over The Hills And Far Away

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

O video e un chisco cutre, ten o seu tempo o pobre, creo que unhas imaxes tipo Brave heart quedarían millor, pero o que mais coña me fai e que nalguns planos o Gary Moore recordame a Gustavo o "Colega" de Gondomar de Gonzalo,sí, sí, o friki cinéfilo-científico que fixo historia e agora traballa alí como tecnico de cultura, hehehehe.



Nesta version máis moderna feita por outro grupo e cantada por unha fermosa damisela, o video é un chisco millor, mais eu prefiro a orixinal de Gary Moore. Pois nada que vos aproveite.



Un saudo.