I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Intradevar, consider ca toti suntem singuri in felul nostru... De ce as spune asta? Pentru ca macar odata in viata noastra ne-am simtit invizibili, am pierdut din vedere un anumit lucru si ne-am trezit pierduti...
Ella Marigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been;
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
O chestie care ma intriga este... Cum putem fi singuri langa cineva? Langa cineva care ne promite ca va fii acolo pentru totdeauna. Acest fapt poate fi, poate, cel mai trist...
Father MacKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear;
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Multora nu le mai pasa de religie... that's all i have to say. Nu vreau sa intru mai mult in acest subiect.
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.
Ella Marigby
Died in the church and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Father MacKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Prin simplul fapt ca suntem oameni... eh bine, este in natura noastra sa vorbim, sa socializam, sa cunoastem oameni noi, sa devenim mai buni si sa iertam anumite greseli ale semenilor nostri. Gandim, deci ar trebui sa incetam din a ne sfarteca unii pe altii la fel ca orice animal al carui insticte sunt mai puternice decat propriul creier. De ce naiba ne coboram la acel nivel. De ce nu putem sa acceptam pe toata lumea asa cum este? De ce trebuie sa ne lasam furati de toti acei "beautiful people" si nu putem pur si simplu sa intelegem ca fiecare are personalitatea lui, ca orice persoana este incredibila in felul ei. De ce naiba trebuie sa facem oamenii mai ciudati sa se simta prost si sa simta nevoia sa fie "all the lonely people"?
[versuri: the beatles - all the lonely people]
