Hallelujah (Rufus Wainwright)

 
Hay músicas que me llevan en volandas hasta el hospital o la consulta incluso aunque no pueda ni con las botas, músicas que me recuerdan el orgullo y responsabilidad de saber cierto lo que alguien dijo un afortunado día de especial lucidez: "nosotros, los espíritus, no sólo somos lo que parecemos ser y debemos comportarnos como lo que decimos ser" (que se den por buenas las redundancias ya que, al fin y al cabo, estamos entre amigos)

... Como el Comando, no puedo vivir sin música (click, anda y verás qué selección hermosa han preparado)
 

Now I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care

for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah…

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her

She tied you

To a kitchen chair

She broke your throne,

and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah…

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light

In every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah…

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though It all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah…