Kate Bush
Música y Letra: Kate Bush
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, your Cathy,
I've come home.
I'm so cold.
Es que no sé que les doy...
... ¿o un pentagrama incompleto?
Es como el viejo dicho: ¿cómo es un dragón dentro de su cascarón? Nadie puede saberlo, porque en cuanto rompes el cascarón para mirar, el dragón ya no está dentro de él.
Elphaba, Wicked. Memorias de una bruja mala, de Gregory Maguire