Cassandra - ABBA

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En la mitología griega, Casandra (en griego antiguo Κασσάνδρα, la que proteje a los hombres) era hija de Hécuba y Príamo, reyes de Troya. Tenía el don de la profecía. Sin embargo, cuando accedió a los arcanos de la adivinación, rechazó el amor del dios Apolo; éste, viéndose traicionado y desatado de ira, la maldijo: seguiría teniendo su don, pero nadie creería jamás en sus pronósticos. Tiempo después, ante su anuncio repetido de la inminente caída de Troya, ningún ciudadano dio crédito a sus vaticinios.
Apolo envidiaba a Casandra cuando ella no le correspondió, él la maldijo: su don se convertiría en una fuente continua de dolor y frustración. Aunque Casandra previó la destrucción de Troya, la muerte de Agamenón y su propia desgracia, fue incapaz de evitar estas tragedias, tal era la maldición. Su familia creía que estaba loca y, en algunas versiones, la mantuvieron encerrada en casa o encarcelada. En otras versiones, simplemente era una incomprendida.

Dedicado a Jorge, Victor y Ricardo y a todos los hombres y mujeres con todo mi cariño.
Vanesa

~*LETRAS*~
Down in the street they're all singing and shouting
Staying alive though the city is dead
Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter
While you are crying alone on your bed

Pity Cassandra that no one believed you
But then again you were lost from the start
Now we must suffer and sell our secrets
Bargain, playing smart, aching in our hearts

Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us would
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour

So in the morning your ship will be sailing
Now that your father and sister are gone
There is no reason for you to linger
You're grieving deeply but still moving on
You know the future is casting a shadow
No one else sees it but you know your fate
Packing your bags, being slow and thorough
Knowing, though you're late, that ship is sure to wait

Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us would
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour

I watched the ship leaving harbour at sunrise
Sails almost slack in the cool morning rain
She stood on deck, just a tiny figure
Rigid and restrained, blue eyes filled with pain
Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us could
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour

I'm sorry Cassandra
I'm sorry Cassandra

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