Ringo Starr – Here’s To The Nights

Here's to falling on your face
Getting back up and winning the race
Here's to taking it to extremes
Never losing faith in our crazy dreams

Here's to having no fear
Here's to right now, right here

Here's to the nights we won't remember
With the friends we won't forget
May we think of them forever
As the days that were the best
May we make some noise together
Make a beautiful mess
And say we did it all

Here's to reaching for the stars
Hanging out in castles or hanging in the yard
Here's to leaving no foolish deed undone
Moving to the beat of our own crazy drum

Here's to living our lives
Here's to right here, right now

Here's to the nights we won't remember
With the friends we won't forget
May we think of them forever
As the days that were the best
May we make some noise together
Make a beautiful mess
And say we did it all
We did it all

Here's to making memories, making mistakes
Taking all the rules and making them break
Here's to us being crazy fools
Here's to me, here's to you

Here's to the nights we won't remember
With the friends we won't forget
May we think of them forever
As the days that were the best
May we make some noise together
Make a beautiful mess
And say we did it all
Say we did it all

Yeah, we won't forget 'em, said

Here's to the nights we won't remember
With the friends we won't forget (here's to the nights)
May we think of them forever
As the days that were the best
May we make some noise together
Make a beautiful mess
And say we did it all
Yeah, we did it all
We did it all
We did it all

Publicado por BlogTrujaman

Desconfío de aquellos autores, músicos, escritores que, escribiendo ficción, dicen no escribir sobre su propia vida. Al escribir, uno se va enredando en sus propios recuerdos y aparecen entremezclados en la obra. Es muy difícil que todo lo que cuentas le pase sólo a tus personajes. Detalles, pequeños gestos, lugares, contaminan lo que sale de tus manos y no puedes separarte de tus propias experiencias. A mí también me suele pasar. Por eso, en un momento dado, decidí escribir directamente sobre lo pensado y vivido en este planeta, en este viaje. O tal vez, el miedo a desaparecer sin dejar rastro, hizo que me decidiera a abrir la caja de mis recuerdos para contar sin filtro, instantes de un tiempo que no volverá.

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