Johnny Cash - Hurt

17h30, chove lá fora, a noite que cai, o frio que se sente. Johnny Cash é a voz da dor. Ouve-se 'Hurt' com a mesma verdade com que se sofre, sente-se cada palavra como que um último sopro de vida. Há dias em que os cenários enegrecidos são a única coisa que nos move. A ele, que a arte degenerativa da vida tomou, resta agora o registo da voz. Aqui acrescentam-se as palavras e a imagem.


'Hurt'

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way