Janis Joplin.

Janis Joplin

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'Summertime'

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Verano del 68'

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La blanca de alma negra, la que prefería que la llamaran ‘Pearl’, la de menos de un metro setenta y menos de 35 kilos, la que, apenas al año siguiente de este concierto en Gröna Lund – un parque de atracciones de Estocolmo – abandonaría este mundo por la puerta dorada de los heroinómanos. Una forma diferente de ver el tiempo de verano. Y de interpretarlo.

Summertime,

Child, your living's easy.

Fish are, fish are jumping out

And the cotton, Lord,

Cotton's high, Lord so high.

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Your dad's rich

And your ma is so good-looking, baby.

She's a-looking pretty fine to me now,

Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now,

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Don't you cry, don't you cry.

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One of these mornings

You're gonna rise, rise up singing,

You're gonna spread your wings, child,

And take, take to the sky,

Lord, the sky.

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But until that morning,

Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya,

No, no, no no, no no, no...

Don't you cry — cry.