Porque música é poesia (14)

Tenho andado tão... sei lá, stressada, cansada, a precisar de férias e de descanso de tudo e todos, que dei por mim a ouvir Enya outra vez. As suas músicas têm a capacidade de me alhear de tudo e de me fazer imaginar que ando por entre prados verdes onde pastam vaquinhas, ou a descansar sob o mais bonito céu azul.

Enya - Pilgrim

Pilgrim, how you journey
On the road you chose
To find out why the winds die
And where the stories go.
All days come from one day
That much you must know,
You cannot change what's over
But only where you go.

One way leads to diamonds,
One way leads to gold,
Another leads you only
To everything you're told.
In your heart you wonder
Which of these is true;
The road that leads to nowhere,
The road that leads to you.

Will you find the answer
In all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
In you?

Each heart is a pilgrim,
Each one wants to know
The reason why the winds die
And where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
You may travel far,
For pilgrim it's a long way
To find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
To find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
To find out who you are...