Yann Tiersen - Les Jours Tristes

(Es mejor la letra original que la traducción)

It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands

And bury your head in the sand.

Hard not to make other plans

and claim that you've done all you can all along.

And life must go on.

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It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right

And bring home the bacon each night.

Hard not to break down and cry

When every idea that you've tried has been wrong

But you must carry on.

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It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

'cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight,

Don't be afraid of what they'll say.

Who cares what cowards think, anyway.

They will understand one day, one day.

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It's hard, hard when you're here all alone

And everyone else has gone home.

Harder to know right from wrong

When all objectivity's gone

And it's gone

But you still carry on

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'cause you, you are the only one left

And you've got to clean up this mess

You know you'll end up like the rest,

Bitter and twisted, unless

You stay strong and you carry on.

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It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight,
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think, anyway.
They will understand one day, one day.

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It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

'cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight

And don't be afraid of what they'll say.

Who cares what cowards think, anyway

They will understand one day, one day, one day.

¡¡¡POR DIOS, CÁSATE CONMIGO, YANN TIERSEN!!!