Nunca convivi lá muito bem com a idéia da velhice nem com as modificações do meu corpo. Envelhecer, é no entanto, inevitável por isso não há nada a fazer senão aproveitar e tentar saborear a vida enquanto podemos. Já alguém pensou como será aos 64 anos? Paul McCartney pensou, infelizmente o seu companheiro, Lennon, nunca chegou lá.
WHEN I'M SIXTY FOUR
When I get older losing my hair many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter to three would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Oh, you'll be older too - Ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with you
I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,
If it's not too dear
We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
WHEN I'M SIXTY FOUR
When I get older losing my hair many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter to three would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Oh, you'll be older too - Ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with you
I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,
If it's not too dear
We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
The Beatles
"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", 1967
Um comentário:
é muito fixe esta música e tal como tu faz-me impressão a velhice.
beijos
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