she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
where I've heard the music years before,
but the man there said the music wouldn't play.
In the streets the children screamed,
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed,
but not a word was spoken;
the church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most,
the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,
they caught the last train for the coast,
The day the music died.
Así que vete, coge ese tren con ellos. No vuelvas nunca.
Y si lo haces, que sea con arena de playa y mi media noche.
