Por supuesto, son tantas las canciones que en la medida que vamos aumentando en experiencias, recorriendo caminos, entendiendo teorías de la vida surgen temas que los vamos relacionando con situaciones del momento, baladas, salsa, disco, etc, etc. Entre tanto en mis búsquedas de bienestar y en ese momento sentí esa melodía como una música que me transportaba y no se como expresarlo. Es Pop Rock de Cold Play la interpreta el violinista David Garrett titulada Viva la Vida...esa melodía la escucho y así sin la letra entra en mi ser.

Aquí dejo su video.

Viva La Vida
Coldplay

Yo solía gobernar el mundo
Los mares se alzaban cuando yo lo ordenaba
Ahora en la mañana yo barro solo
barro las calles que solía poseer

Yo solía tirar el dado
Sentir el miedo en los ojos de mi enemigo
Escuchaba como la gente cantaba:
"Ahora el viejo rey está muerto, ¡larga vida al rey!"

Un minuto yo tenía la llave
Al siguiente las paredes se cerraban en mí
Y descubrí que mis castillos estaban construidos
Sobre pilares de sal y pilares de arena

Escucho las campanas de Jerusalén sonando
Los coros del Calvario Romano están cantando
Son mi espejo, mi espada y mi escudo
Mis misioneros en un campo extranjero
Por alguna razón que no puedo explicar
Una vez que sabes que nunca hubo una palabra honesta
Así era cuando yo gobernaba el mundo

Fue el viento loco y salvaje
Que tiró las puertas para dejarme entrar
Ventanas rotas y el sonido de tambores
La gente no podía creer en lo que me convertí

Los revolucionarios esperan
Mi cabeza en charola de plata
Solo una marioneta en una cuerda solitaria
Oh ¿Quién podría querer ser rey?

Escucho las campanas de Jerusalén sonando
Los coros del Calvario Romano están cantando
Son mi espejo, mi espada y mi escudo
Mis misioneros en un campo extranjero
Por alguna razón que no puedo explicar
Yo se que San Pedro dirá mi nombre
Nunca hubo una palabra honesta
Pero así era cuando yo gobernaba el mundo

Escucho las campanas de Jerusalén sonando
Los coros del Calvario Romano están cantando
Son mi espejo, mi espada y mi escudo
Mis misioneros en un campo extranjero
Por alguna razón que no puedo explicar
Yo se que San Pedro dirá mi nombre
Nunca hubo una palabra honesta
Pero así era cuando yo gobernaba el mundo.

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Divisores cortesía de @sound1music

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@mosa71 brings us this initiative that brings music to its place of honor. Music has so many languages that everyone uses it and gives it meaning according to the moment they live. Then that melody remains and every time you hear it brings pleasant memories or not; the good thing is that over the years that melody and according to the one that has healed the individual can remember it but already the pain or joy you remember with that song (music or lyrics) will no longer be so deep feeling, that's what healing is all about.

Thanks to my friend @annafenix for the nice invitation to this initiative. Invitado @daniel2001

Since ancient times music is part of the human being, according to the traditions of each place; then over the years the musical styles began to speak in society ... everyone, especially the youth, was projected with the new even if their parents did not like it.

In my adolescence, very quiet and fantasy, of course my taste for music was there...I was inclined to romantic songs, I liked and I still like Miguel Bosé and his Amante Bandido, as well as the song Te Amaré beautiful lyrics that can be dedicated to anyone you want to God, to a friend, friend, etc. and that is the sense that he says every time he is interviewed and they make reference to this song.

Likewise, a song that took me to I don't know where the singer Lany Hall, the title Estaré Enamorada...at that moment of adolescence I asked myself that question and such a melodious voice of Lany inspired me...here are her lyrics:

Always you and only you
in my dreams you, tomorrow you;
I already feel like you, so much you.
Am I in love?

You in the water and in thirst,
in my mirror you looking at me,
in my bed you, though you are not there.
Will I be in love?

I've made a big mistake
falling in love without counting on you.

Always you and only you
in my dreams you, tomorrow you;
I already feel like you, so much you.
Am I in love?

Your ghost on my wall,
in my time love, killing me,
in my verses you, kissing me.
Will I be in love?

I've made a big mistake
falling in love without counting on you.

Always you and only you
in my dreams you, tomorrow you;
I already feel like you, so much you.
Am I in love?

You with rain and blue sky,
even in other lips you are you
and your shadow here, but without you
Will I be in love?

Always you and only you
in my dreams you, tomorrow you;
I already feel you, so much you.
Will I be in love?

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Of course, there are so many songs that as we increase in experiences, going through paths, understanding theories of life, themes arise that we relate them to situations of the moment, ballads, salsa, disco, etc, etc. Meanwhile in my search for well being and at that moment I felt that melody as a music that transported me and I do not know how to express it. It is Pop Rock by Cold Play played by violinist David Garrett titled Viva la Vida...I listen to that melody and without the lyrics it enters my being.

Here is his video.

Viva La Vida
Coldplay

I used to rule the world
The seas would rise when I commanded it
Now in the morning I sweep alone
I sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
I used to listen as the people sang:
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king!"

One minute I had the key
The next the walls were closing in on me
And I discovered that my castles were built
On pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear the bells of Jerusalem ringing
The choirs of Roman Calvary are singing
They are my mirror, my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know that there was never an honest word
So it was when I ruled the world

It was the mad and wild wind
That blew the doors down to let me in
Broken windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I became

The revolutionaries are waiting
My head on a silver platter
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who could want to be king?

I hear the bells of Jerusalem ringing
The choirs of the Roman Calvary are singing
They are my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I cannot explain
I know that St. Peter will call my name
There was never an honest word
But that's the way it was when I ruled the world

I hear the bells of Jerusalem ringing
The choirs of Roman Calvary are singing
They are my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I cannot explain
I know that St. Peter will call my name
There was never an honest word
But that's the way it was when I ruled the world.


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Traductor DeepL
Divisores cortesía de @sound1music