La canción de hoy de Herrera: ‘At Seventeen’ de Janis Ian

La canción del día de ‘Herrera en COPE’ nos despierta con una suave balada que muchos han considerado como un tipo de himno: ‘At Seventeen’ de Janis Ian.

“Es la historia de una canción…

En 1975 una joven muchacha, que ya había grabado seis discos, inventó uno llamado ‘Between the lines’, una dulce caricia que contaba la historia de un patito feo que fue un día al baile de la Universidad. Aquel patito feo tenía 17 años y ella era Janis Ian.

Una chica fea en la escuela secundaria con 17 años

Los que teníamos rostros devastados y no teníamos atractivos sociales

Nos quedábamos desesperadas en casa inventando amantes al teléfono “

Letra de la canción ‘At seventeen’ de Janis Ian

I learned the truth at seventeen

That love was meant for beauty queens

And high school girls with clear skinned smiles

Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew

The Friday night charades of youth

Were spent on one more beautiful

At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces

Lacking in the social graces

Desperately remained at home

Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say "Come dance with me"

And murmured vague obscenities

It isn't all it seems

At seventeen

A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs

Whose name I never could pronounce

Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve

They only get what they deserve"

And the rich relationed hometown queen

Marries into what she needs

With a guarantee of company

And haven for the elderly

Remember those who win the game

Lose the love they sought to gain

In debentures of quality

And dubious integrity

Their small-town eyes will gape at you

In dull surprise when payment due

Exceeds accounts received

At seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain

Of valentines that never came

And those whose names were never called

When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away

The world was younger than today

When dreams were all they gave for free

To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game, and when we dare

To cheat ourselves at solitaire

Inventing lovers on the phone

Repenting other lives unknown

They call and say, "Come dance with me"

And murmur vague obscenities

At ugly girls like me

At seventeen