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"HER DIARY" (SECOND) EN LA BSO DE 'LA NOCHE DE LOS GIRASOLES'
04/09/06

Her diary, una de las mejores canciones del brillante último álbum de Second, Invisible, ha sido incluida en la banda sonora de 'La noche de los girasoles', filme dirigido por Jorge Sánchez-Cabezudo y protagonizado por Carmelo Gómez y Judith Diakhate, cuyo estreno nacional tuvo lugar el pasado 25 de agosto.

La canción, que dibuja la nostalgia de lo perdido en el lienzo de una bellísima melodía, encaja de modo brillante en una película que pretende -y consigue- mostrar el horror de un modo concreto y doliente, alejado por tanto de la abstracción que acaba suponiendo la cotidianeidad de los informativos. Un debut más que prometedor de Jorge Sánchez-Cabezudo.

Aquí tienes la letra completa de la canción:

HER DIARY (Second)

She writes down her lines
There aren’t many words about me.
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said.

Pages, pages on the floor.
Writing lyrics close to her.

She writes down her lines
There aren’t many words about me.
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said.

Pages, pages on the floor.
Writing lyrics close to her.

Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back

She didn’t need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back, there's nothing unfair
And I don’t need an explanation at all

And now the painted sun
Is not our common background
And now the stars on the wall
They aren’t shining for me anymore

Pages pages on the floor
Writing lyrics close to her.

Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back

She didn’t need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don’t need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
I am starting to be sick of trying .

Her diary has other friends
Her diary has other songs
Her diary is not the same as mine

She didn’t need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don’t need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
I am starting to be sick of trying