Reinterpretación de una nueva canción de una vieja banda.

Angel, de Judas Priest, por Germán A. Díaz.

Angel, you put sad wings on me one day
since then I felt completely damn
and had no more things to expect.

Oh, Angel, now I take my Key and wait
your voice announcing me The End
of another life, again.

And I know we won't find
a better place to nor peace of mind
but I also know that's all we want, for you and me,
Oh, Angel we could set us free.



Angel, I wonder if you realize
when It will be rigtheous time
to give our dry soul to knives.

When the night falls down
my heart starts beating without sound,
I understand it's time to leave, and then you speak...
I think, your words are made of sin.


You promised we'll go one day:
"we are going to leave this pain,
we are going to face this curse, this rain,
covered by my wings of bane".

You put sad wings on me one day-
I think your words are made of sin-
You put sad wings on me one day-
Then I had no things to expect.


Con un poco de esfuerzo hasta encaja con la música. Eso es lo que la canción me dice a mí.
Tiene errores lingüísticos y lo sé, no voy a ser perfeccionista hasta ese punto, con que rime más o menos me conformo.