Letras de The Girl in the Window Chair - The Waterboys

The Girl in the Window Chair (original)

She knew she’d had a close escape
When she heard his voice on tape
That the man who wrote those words
Could never comfort her
And she thought
Of all the things that would go wrong
If they’d carried on
And what a fool she’d been to think that they belonged
When she heard those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs
She sat down at a window chair
She brushed and pony-tailed her hair
And thought about his changing moods
All that anger and such victim-hood
And she imagined
The hour he knew that love was gone
That bitter dawn
When he reached for a pen and turned his bed-light on
And wrote those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs
Those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs
Those songs… those songs
Those songs… those songs

(traducción)

Ella sabía que había tenido un escape cercano
Cuando escuchó su voz en la cinta
Que el hombre que escribió esas palabras
Nunca podría consolarla
y ella pensó
De todas las cosas que saldrían mal
Si hubieran continuado
Y qué tonta había sido al pensar que pertenecían
Cuando escuchó esas canciones
Esas canciones dolorosas
Esas canciones despreciadas, remilgadas, autocompasivas y dolorosas
Se sentó en una silla junto a la ventana
Ella cepilló y peinó su cabello con cola de caballo
Y pensó en su estado de ánimo cambiante
Toda esa ira y esa victimización
y ella imagino
La hora en que supo que el amor se había ido
ese amargo amanecer
Cuando cogió un bolígrafo y encendió la luz de su cama
Y escribió esas canciones
Esas canciones dolorosas
Esas canciones despreciadas, remilgadas, autocompasivas y dolorosas
esas canciones
Esas canciones dolorosas
Esas canciones despreciadas, remilgadas, autocompasivas y dolorosas
Esas canciones... esas canciones
Esas canciones... esas canciones