Herman’s Hermits – No milk today
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Amores de adolescencia… tan reales y furtivos. ¿Recuerdas esos tiempos? Aquellas veladas, aquellas escapadas en los Hoteles en Formigal… Oye, ¿por qué no lo repetimos?
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El repartidor de leche ha pasado de largo: hoy no hace falta. Eso quiere decir que “ella” ya no vive allí. “Ella”, que reinó tras esa puerta, y con la que surgió aquel primer romance.
Las blancas casas de cierta zona londinense, con sus terracitas y su puerta señorial son el escenario para esta pegadiza melodía pop que supondría el último intento de Herman’s Hermits por mantener el estrellato. Pero los tiempos cambiaban, y ya no había sitio para niños buenos que lloraban la pérdida del amor adolescente.
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