Ana Belen — El Hombre del Piano song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Hombre del Piano" by Ana Belen.
Lyrics
Esta es la historia de un sbado
de no importa qu mes
y de un hombre sentado al piano
de no importa que viejo caf.
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
apestando entre humo y sudor
y se agarra a su tabla de nufrago
volviendo a su eterna cancin.
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu cancin
sabe a derrota y a miel.
Cada vez que el espejo de la pared
le devuelve ms joven la piel
se le encienden los ojos y su niez
viene a tocar junto a l.
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
que le recuerdan quin fue
el ms joven maestro al piano
vencido por una mujer.
Ella siempre temi echar races
que pudieran sus alas cortar
y en la jaula metida la vida se le iba
y quiso sus fuerzas probar.
No lamenta que d malos pasos
aunque nunca desea su mal
pero a ratos con furia golpea el piano
y hay algunos que le han visto llorar.
El micrfono huele a cerveza
y el calor se podra cortar
solitarios oscuros buscando pareja
apurndose un sbado ms.
Hay un hombre aferrado a un piano
la emocin empapada en alcohol
y una voz que le dice pareces cansado
y an no ha salido ni el sol.
Lyrics translation
This is the story of a sbado
of no matter what month
and a man sitting at the piano
of no matter what old caf.
He takes the glass and his hands shake
smelling between smoke and sweat
and he clings to his nufrago board
returning to his eternal cancin.
Play again, you old loser.
you make me feel good.
It's so sad at night that your cancin
it tastes like defeat and honey.
Every time the mirror on the wall
it makes your skin look younger
his eyes light up and his sneer
he's playing next to l.
But there are always drunks with Drools
that remind him that he was
the younger master at the piano
beaten by a woman.
She's always afraid to breed.
that they could cut their wings
and in the cage, his life was gone
and he wanted his strength to try.
He does not regret that d Bad steps
though he never desires his evil
but at times with fury hits the piano
and there are some who have seen him cry.
Microphone smells like beer
and the heat can be cut off
dark loners looking for couple
a sbado Ms.
There's a man clinging to a piano
emocin soaked in alcohol
and a voice that says you look tired
and an hasn't even come up.