Mulheres que cantam: Katie Melua

Não sei dizer quando fui apresentado à voz de Katie Melua. Não lembro o contexto, menos ainda o motivo. A moça chega a ser uma estrela no Velho Continente, mas por aqui é praticamente uma anônima - e acredito que assim o será até que a Somlivre adquira seus direitos e a entube numa novela dramática no melhor estilo Lara Fabian.

Referências a ela, em português, só as produzidas pelos conquistadores lusitanos e nada além.

Posso lhes dizer, do pouco que sei, que trata-se de uma russa falsificada, estilo Sharapova. Nasceu na Geórgia, mas muito cedo foi pra Irlanda e depois Inglaterra. Descoberta pelo ótimo Mike Batt, faz sucesso de público e crítica.

Aqui, inaugura a seção Mulheres que Cantam, cantando a letra de seu produtor Mike Batt, The Closest Thing to Crazy.

How can I think I'm standing strong?
Yet feel the air beneath my feet.
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?

How can you let me watch you sleep?
Then break my dreams the way you do.
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did i fall in love with you?

[Chorus]
This is the closest thing to crazy
I have ever been.
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen.
This is the nearest thing to crazy
I have ever known.
But I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know
That there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness, and being close to you

How can you let me fall apart?
Then break my fall with lovin lies.
It's so easy to break a heart,
It's so easy to close your eyes.

How can you treat me like a child?
Yet like a child I yearn for you.
How can anyone feel so wild?
How ca anyone feel so blue?

[Chorus]
This is the closest thing to crazy
I have ever been.
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen.
This is the nearest thing to crazy
I have ever known.
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know
That there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness, and being close to you