It´s only when you´re outside that you notice...

Una canción perfecta para un momento perfecto... Un hombre por demás sensible que sabe transmitir emociones y sentimientos en cada una de sus canciones.

Escucharlo y verlo me llena los ojos de agua pero también me recuerda que algún día estaré sentada en un teatro de New York o de Londres viéndolo en vivo... probablemente con un asiento vacío junto a mí y con recuerdos llenándolo.

Esta canción es parte del álbum llamado Release the Stars, el primero que produjera por completo Wainwright... Espero sea de su agrado como lo es del mío...

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?

The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight

All together, playing games of cards

Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?

I'm lookin' through the window from the garden

Waitin' for the call to my hotel room

I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom

I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?

Surely not the one that loves me truly, only

He's probably down at the stables, there

Gently polishing my cabriolet, only

I don't care, I really want to go

So I'm opening the door wide to the ballroom

Callin' up some dude from my hotel room

I'm tired of writing elegies in general

I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight

Tonight, tonight...

The candles seem to all have been blown out

Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about

Could it be I came to the wrong place?

But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?

It's only when you're outside that you notice

Only through the window you can see them

Once the door is open, all will vanish

Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight

Tonight, tonight

La pregunta rufísitica: ¿Qué significa decir perdón?