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Sobre las Nubes de Pompeya

Bear's Den

Above The Clouds Of Pompeii

We built our home out on the slopes
Pompeii beneath, she lay above
How she haunted our home
How she haunted our home

You were a god in my eyes
Above the clouds, above the skies
You were a god in my eyes
You were a god

You took me walking through the town
Showed me the statues underground
Said just don't they look in peace
Sometimes I wish that was me

And I was the son you always had
Tugging at your coat when you were sad
I was the son you always had
I was the son you always had

Oh please, just don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

Just don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

You said stay in the car and wait
There's just some things I have to say
Don't you know I miss her, too
I miss her just as much as you

So my father and my son
As you end what you've begun
You'll lie patient by her side
Roses red and lilies white

I was too young to understand
The flowers slipping from your hands
I was too young to understand
I was too young to understand

I was too young to understand
The flowers sleeping in her hands
I was too young to understand
I was too young to understand

Don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

Please, just don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

And just don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

Please, just don't cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

Sobre las Nubes de Pompeya

Construimos nuestro hogar en las laderas
Pompeya abajo, ella estaba arriba
Cómo atormentaba nuestro hogar
Cómo atormentaba nuestro hogar

Eras un dios en mis ojos
Sobre las nubes, sobre los cielos
Eras un dios en mis ojos
Eras un dios

Me llevaste a caminar por el pueblo
Me mostraste las estatuas bajo tierra
Dijiste que no lucen en paz
A veces desearía ser yo

Y yo era el hijo que siempre tuviste
Tirando de tu abrigo cuando estabas triste
Yo era el hijo que siempre tuviste
Yo era el hijo que siempre tuviste

Oh por favor, solo no llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Solo no llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Dijiste quédate en el auto y espera
Hay algunas cosas que tengo que decir
¿No sabes que yo también la extraño?
La extraño tanto como tú

Así que mi padre y mi hijo
Mientras terminas lo que comenzaste
Te acostarás paciente a su lado
Rosas rojas y lirios blancos

Era demasiado joven para entender
Las flores deslizándose de tus manos
Era demasiado joven para entender
Era demasiado joven para entender

Era demasiado joven para entender
Las flores durmiendo en sus manos
Era demasiado joven para entender
Era demasiado joven para entender

No llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Por favor, solo no llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Y solo no llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Por favor, solo no llores
Mantén la cabeza en alto
Ella querría que lo hicieras
Ella querría que lo hicieras

Escrita por: Andrew Davie / Johannes Refsdal / Kevin Jones