Ignatius
sfumature di grigio
Se la buttiamo in campo musicale, allora scateno l'invincibile potenza della musica pop svedese, in àmbito natalizio.
La prima è Molly Sandén, "Come Whatever, Come What May".
It hasn't been my best year
It hasn't been my worst year
But on this day and late December
It's hard to remember
Whatever was the point
I lost a lot of money
I said the worst things to my honey
And maybe drank a bit too much
I lost some of my touch to whatever was the point
But tomorrow's Christmas Day
Come whatever, come what may
I'll be singing in the choir
Join the children by the fire
Though I'm pointless I will stay
And I guess I'll be okay
Come whatever, come what may
It hasn't been the best year
It hasn't been the first year
That I've been walking 'round confused
Half asleep and half refused to whatever is the point
If you see me in the corner (la, la, la)
Please don't treat me like a stranger (la, la)
Take my drink and send me home
Oh, don't leave me there alone
To whatever is the point (whatever is the point)
'Cause tomorrow's Christmas Day
Come whatever, come what may
I'll be singing in the choir
Join the children by the fire
Though I'm pointless I will stay
Come whatever, come what may
'Cause that's my place and that's my way
Though I'm pointless I will stay
And I guess I'll be okay
Come whatever, come what may
La regola del quattro non la si attuava ( mai sentita)
