{"id":13132,"date":"1998-03-01T16:35:29","date_gmt":"1998-03-01T14:35:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/?p=13132"},"modified":"1998-03-01T16:35:29","modified_gmt":"1998-03-01T14:35:29","slug":"candle-in-the-wind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/candle-in-the-wind\/","title":{"rendered":"Candle in the wind"},"content":{"rendered":"
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]SI LA\u00a0MI\u00a0fam7\u00a0MI SI
\nMI\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0LA<\/p>\n
MI these empty days without your smile. This torch we’ll always\u00a0carry in\u00a0our puede que siempre florezcas en nuestros corazones. T\u00fa eras la bondad que se situaba Todas nuestras palabras no pueden expresar la alegr\u00eda que nos tra\u00edas a lo largo de los a\u00f1os.<\/p>\n donde las vidas estaban despedazadas. Adi\u00f3s, rosa de Inglaterra,desde un pa\u00eds perdido sin tu alma,que echar\u00e1 de menos las alas de tu compasi\u00f3n, mucho m\u00e1s de lo que t\u00fa ya nunca sabr\u00e1s. [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]SI LA\u00a0MI\u00a0fam7\u00a0MI SI MI\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0LA Goodbye, England’srose\u00a0may you ever grow\u00a0in\u00a0our hearts. MI Yoy were the grace that placed itself, LA +4 where lives were tom apart. LA MI You called\u00a0out\u00a0to our\u00a0country LA and\u00a0you whispered to these\u00a0in pain. MI Now you belong to heaven, LA +4 and\u00a0the\u00a0stars\u00a0spell\u00a0out\u00a0your name. LA\u00a0si\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0mi And\u00a0it seems to\u00a0me\u00a0you lived your life LA like\u00a0a\u00a0candle\u00a0in\u00a0the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[232,165,156],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1998-cuaderno-joven","category-cancion","category-cuaderno-joven"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13132","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13132"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13132\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pastoraljuvenil.es\/misionjoven\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYoy were the grace that placed itself,
\nLA +4
\nwhere lives were tom apart.
\nLA MI
\nYou called\u00a0out\u00a0to our\u00a0country
\nLA
\nand\u00a0you whispered to these\u00a0in pain.
\nMI
\nNow you belong to heaven,
\nLA +4
\nand\u00a0the\u00a0stars\u00a0spell\u00a0out\u00a0your name.
\nLA\u00a0si\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0mi
\nAnd\u00a0it seems to\u00a0me\u00a0you lived your life
\nLA
\nlike\u00a0a\u00a0candle\u00a0in\u00a0the wind
\nMI
\nnever\u00a0fading\u00a0with the sunset
\nsi
\nwhen the rain\u00a0set in.
\nLA\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0dom
\nAnd\u00a0your footsteps will always fall here along england’s greenest hills.
\nSI LA
\nYour candle’s bumed\u00a0out long\u00a0before
\nLA\u00a0MI\u00a0<\/strong>fam7\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>MI<\/strong>
\nyour legend ever will.<\/p>\n\n
\nfor\u00a0our\u00a0nation ‘s golden\u00a0child.
\nAnd\u00a0even though we try the truth bring\u00a0us\u00a0to tears. All\u00a0ou\u00a0words cannot\u00a0express\u00a0the joy
\nyou brought\u00a0us\u00a0through the years.
\n <\/p>\n\n
\nYou were the grace taht placed itself, where lives were torn apart.
\nGoodbye, England’s\u00a0rose\u00a0from\u00a0a country\u00a0lost without your soul,
\nwho’ll\u00a0miss\u00a0the wings\u00a0of\u00a0your\u00a0compassion, more\u00a0than you’ll ever know.<\/p>\n<\/h4>\n
<\/h4>\n
Vela al viento<\/h4>\n
\n
\ndonde las vidas estaban despedazadas. T\u00fa gritabas a nuestro pa\u00eds
\ny susurrabas a los que sufren. Ahora perteneces al cielo
\ny las estrellas deletrean tu nombre.
\nY me parece que has vivido tu vida como una vela al viento,
\nque nunca se apaga con la puesta del sol, cuando la lluvia arrecia.
\nY tus huellas siempre quedar\u00e1n aqu\u00ed, en las colinas m\u00e1s verdes de Inglaterra. Tu vela se ha consumido r\u00e1pidamente, tu leyenda permanecer\u00e1.<\/p>\n\n
\n
\n
\n
\n(ELTON JOHN & BERNIE TAUPIN,\u00a0Goodbye England’s rose)<\/em>
\nPARA\u00a0HACER<\/p>\n\n