"Mama, just killed a man..."

El viernes por la noche, mientras mi familia veía "La Hora de José Mota"-que se ríe mucho de los cansinos pero este programa es el primero en ser cansino-yo me dediqué a escuchar "A Night At The Opera", un disco de Queen.

Por unas canciones que puedo contar casi con los dedos, perdono a Queen todas sus desvariaciones y rayadas, en el caso del disco en cuestión, la repetitiva "Sweet Lady"(que parece un vinilo rayado) y la ruidosa "I'm In Love With My Car"(aunque la letra es muy original). Me sorprendió " ' 39", con su deje country; "You're My Best Friend"(oooh You make me live...), la musical "Seaside Rendezvous", y la todopoderosa "Bohemian Rhapsody".

Os dejo con "'39" y "Bohemian Rhapsody", no pongo la letra traducida porque me parece adulterar la original.

'39

In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen.And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried.
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew.
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the earth is old and grey,to a new home we'll away
But my love this cannot be
For so many years have gone though I'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes in your eyes cry to me.
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All the letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
For my life
Still ahead
Pity Me.

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh,I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo.(Galileo.) Galileo,
Galileo figaro Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah!No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah!We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah!We will not let you go. (Let me go.)Will not let you go. (Let me go.)
Will not let you go. (Let me go.)
Ah. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Anyway the wind blows