JCT Music

domingo, agosto 19, 2012

Lá do fundo do final dos anos 70...




Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights 1978

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy,
I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy,
I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights, 

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy,
I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy,
I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy,
I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy,
I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me