Sorrow

La depresión, maldita ola de pesimismo que me ahoga, que viene con tanta fuerza que no me queda más remedio que dejarme llevar a dónde quiera. ¿Dónde me dejará ahora? Generalmente sobrevivo y logro salir nuevamente a la superficie, pero cada vez quedo más exhausta que antes, cada vez me siento más muerta por dentro, ¿quedará algo que salvar después de ésta? Me lo pregunto pero, en realidad, hoy no me importa... de hecho, ¿qué importa ahora?

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A woman lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
She's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In her youth or a dream, she can't be precise
She's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
Her blood has frozen and curdled with fright
Her knees have trembled and given way in the night
Her hand has weakened at the moment of truth
Her step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And she talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words,
Of promises broken

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Pink Floyd