El Principe Gitano - In the ghetto

Hoy toca una de esas "joyas" que tengo por ahí guardadas...

¿Quién es el Principe Gitano os preguntareis? Un artistazo que nunca paso por Home English, pero que su empeño le puso. Cantaor Valenciano que triunfo en Las Vegas, de ahí su afición al rey del rock. ¡Que versión más grande! Pobre Elvis...Son sentimientos encontrados los que se suceden por mi mente cuando oigo esta versión. Es como cuando ves a alguien que se cae y te entra la risa, y a la vez sientes sentimiento de compasión y de culpa por reirte.

Os recomiendo leer la letra mientras escuchais la canción. Sentid el arte hasta lo más profundo de vosotros...



"As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto"