Los Cerdos Alados

Esta canción del Floyd tiene una especie de melancolía contagiosa, "si no estuviéramos juntos (si no nos importáramos) nos aburriríamos y nos dolería y estaríamos esperando que nos cayeran encima los cerdos alados"...
Nos tenemos, reconoce la segunda parte, "tengo donde enterrerar mi hueso y cualquier idiota sabe que un perro necesita un hogar, un refugio, de los cerdos alados"
Juntitos olvidamos las amenazas, aunque sabemos que están, parece decir la voz cantante...

Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) 1:24

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.