A wither shade of pale
Procol harum
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
But the waiter brought a tray
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
You said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playing cards
And would not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Ajeno al escenario
Y al tumulto en rededor
En silencio te miraba
Refrenando mi emoción
Y la estancia se agitaba
Como presintiendo el final
Pedimos otra copa más
Y un mozo nos atendió
Y fue más tarde que
El molinero declamó
Cuando tu rostro fantasmal
Derramó su palidez
Dijiste que era inútil
Por eso de tu condición
Pude ver que en cada instante
Se borraba algo de ti
Las otras vírgenes vestales
partían ya hacia la costa
tan sólo mis ojos tristes
te retienen frente a mí
Y fue más tarde que
El molinero declamó
Cuando tu rostro fantasmal
Derramó su palidez
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