Letra de Bostons

old man, i heard some things about the boy you used to be.
no father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey.
too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave,
too young to be a bird who forgot to sing,
and a ground that never knew the knees
of a boy and his own tale of two cities.

"sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can´t bend
when his youth is a wound time won´t mend.
(never the best of times)
sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can´t bend
at the thought of peace as something only lent.
(only the worst of mine)
sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can´t bend
when his son is another one who won´t understand":

the irish temper, it´s history´s chains,
and the bottle´s stain that just won´t wash away.
but a seed was planted in the sod of nothingness from which you came,
and flowers grew and roses bloomed
to form this garden of a life you´ve made.

And in this city you once knew as hell
is a garden where i enjoy myself.
And in this father I hardly know
was a son who took back what the bottle stole

so i could be the boy you couldn´t be
have the father you didn´t get to see
have the youth you did not get to live
or feel the love this world forgot to give.

And for this gift i don´t deserve to get
i´ll make damn sure i earn this.

"o´ your friends say boston´s beautiful,
but they didn´t live here, they didn´t die here
in the Hyde Park years.
o´ your friends say boston´s beautiful,
but they didn´t live hard, they didn´t die hard
when sons dragged out their fathers from bars.
o´ your friends say boston´s beautiful,
but they didn´t dream here, they didn´t scream here
when no one hears.
o´ your friends say boston´s beautiful,
but they didn´t hide here, they didn´t cry here
when little boys weren´t allowed to shed their tears."

there just aren´t enough men like you.