Me gusta mucho este anuncio, antes, cuando oía su pegadiza música me acercaba corriendo al televisor para verlo. No sé, me gusta todo, la estética, el tono verdoso, los saltitos del prota (por cierto, el modelo se llama Alex Hermann), el desenfado... pero sobre todo me encanta la canción... No es un anuncio que tenga una creatividad deslumbrante ni que digas: ¡qué bueno!, pero quizás me agrada, precisamente por eso, es sencillo, pero efectivo, desenfadado...
No sé si ya sabéis al anuncio al que me refiero, os pongo el link a la web donde podéis escuchar la cancioncilla y la letra de la misma para refrescaros la memoria:
No sé si ya sabéis al anuncio al que me refiero, os pongo el link a la web donde podéis escuchar la cancioncilla y la letra de la misma para refrescaros la memoria:
Feist--Mushaboom
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold
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