Candle in the Wind - Elton John (Cover) [ENG/SPA]


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Han pasado 25 años desde un acontecimiento que conmociono al mundo, tenía unos 13 años y recuerdo ver en la televisión la noticia del fallecimiento de la Princesa Diana de Gales en un accidente de tránsito. Tengo en mi memoria el sepelio en la abadía de Westminster y la interpretación de «Candle in the Wind 1997» de Elton John en vivo. La canción fue compuesta por Elton John y Bernie Taupin y originalmente en honor a Marilyn Monroe en 1973, fue en esta ocasión de la muerte de Diana, que su amigo Elton John la reescribió. Es una mezcla entre Rock Suave y Glam Rock, que en la versión de dedicada a Diana dice “Goodbye England's Rose”. Hoy les traigo mi interpretación con la trompeta.

25 years have passed since an event that shocked the world, I was about 13 years old and I remember seeing on television the news of the death of Princess Diana of Wales in a traffic accident. I remember the burial in Westminster Abbey and the live performance of Elton John's "Candle in the Wind 1997". The song was composed by Elton John and Bernie Taupin and originally in honor of Marilyn Monroe in 1973, it was on this occasion of Diana's death that her friend Elton John rewrote it. It's a mix between Soft Rock and Glam Rock, which in the version dedicated to Diana says “Goodbye England's Rose”. Today I bring you my interpretation of the trumpet.

Esta canción es un hermoso homenaje, si me tocara morir, eso sí, como yo le digo a mis amigos a los 120 años y sin dolor. (Esa sería la meta). Me gustaría que me recordarán en la letra de una canción. En la letra y la música de una canción mi espíritu sería inmortal. Algo que me gusta de la música popular folclórica es que esta pasa de generación en generación, y con el tiempo se funde con el pueblo, y el pueblo la hace suya. Recuerdo una anécdota que nos contó un profesor de la Universidad, que se encontró con una agrupación de música andina y ellos tocaban Brisas del Torbes, un bambuco de Luis Felipe Ramón y Rivera. Alguien les preguntó de quién era esa canción, y ellos respondieron: “Esa es de nosotros”. Esa historia me pareció hermosa y espero que suceda con la música que escribo. Ser una vela en el viento es brillar a pesar de las dificultades de la vida. Para trascender hay que hacer un esfuerzo por dejar una huella indeleble en la vida de los demás. Las acciones determinan nuestro destino y la manera como queremos ser recordados.

This song is a beautiful tribute, if I had to die, yes, as I tell my friends at 120 years old and without pain. (That would be the goal). I would like to be remembered in the lyrics of a song. In the words and music of a song, my spirit would be immortal. Something I like about popular folk music is that it passes from generation to generation, and over time it blends with the people, and the people make it their own. I remember an anecdote that a professor from the University told us, who met an Andean music group and they played "Brisas del Torbes", a bambuco by Luis Felipe Ramón y Rivera. Someone asked them a whose song that was, and they replied: "That's from us." That story seemed beautiful to me and I hope it happens with the music I write. To be a candle in the wind is to shine despite life's difficulties. To transcend, we have to make an effort to leave an indelible mark on the lives of others. Actions determine our destiny and the way we want to be remembered.

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Candle in the Wind

Goodbye, Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to know you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh, the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to know you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Goodbye, Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye, Norma Jeane
From the young man in the twenty-second row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would've liked to know you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did




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