supertrax #103: cuando todo acabe

No sé si es su arpegio arremolinado o su cadencia melancólica hasta los límites de la desolación. ¿Será la dicción casi muda del maestro o esa letra evocadora y eterna? Son muchas cosas, demasiados detalles. "Day Is Done", maravilla de folk clásico, foso inmaculado de belleza tristísima y nada forzada. Es un anhelo y una condena, una carrera tranquila pero inexorable hacia el final de la fiesta, el resultado de la partida y el ocaso plúmbeo de vencedores y vencidos.

"When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began
When the day is done.

When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.

When the game's been fought
You speed the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.

When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through.

When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done."