La huida del mundo real

invitados: Simon and Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
she was once a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground.
Without no seams nor needlework.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Washes the ground with so many tears.
Between salt water and the sea strand.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
And gather it all in a bunch of heather.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
she was once a true love of mine.

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