Wednesday Morning, 3 A.m.

Wednesday Morning, 3 A.m.
I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,

And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
La canción 'Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.' de Simon & Garfunkel nos transporta a un momento íntimo y cargado de emociones. El narrador nos describe con sensibilidad el suave sonido de la respiración de la chica que ama, dormida a su lado en un momento de tranquilidad...