Charles, un agujero negro te hizo sombra

Me gusta Charles Aznavour. Me gusta mucho. Pero en el momento en que Nina decidió tomar esta canción suya (de hecho la compuso él), todas las lluvias de agua negra de una galaxia entera cayeron sobre ella. Se olvida quien se la imaginó por vez primera, quien la hizo famosa, la tarareo... No queda nada de aquello. Aparte de la Simone, uno se acuerda, tal vez, un poco, de este contrabajo:

Though some may reach for the stars

Others will end behind bars

What the future has in store no one ever knows before

Yet we would all like the right to find the key to success

That elusive ray of light that will lead to happiness

Tomorrow is my turn

No more doubts no more fears

Tomorrow is my turn

When my luck is returning

All these years I’ve been learning to save fingers from burning

Tomorrow is my turn

No more doubts no more fears

Tomorrow is my turn to receive without giving

Make life worth living

Now it’s my life I’m living

My only concern for tomorrow is my turn

Now the summer is gone, there’s another to come

You can’t stop years from drifting by even if you want to try

Though time may help you forget all that has happened before

But honey it’s too late to regret what is gone will be no more

Tomorrow is my turn

When my luck is returning

All these years I’ve been learning to save fingers from burning

Tomorrow is my turn

No more doubts no more fears

Tomorrow is my turn to receive without giving

Make life worth living

Now it’s my life I’m living

My only concern for 

Nada nada mal Charles...