Real de Catorce — Al Rojo De La Tarde song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Al Rojo De La Tarde" by Real de Catorce.
Lyrics
Al rojo de la tarde, se eleva una silueta
Murmura una tonada, la llave está en la puerta
Sentada y casi a oscuras, tocando el piano hasta el final…
De notas desgarradas, su sangre lleva ríos
El llanto se le escurre, sus manos son de vidrio
Sentada y casi a oscuras, tocando el piano hasta el final…
El moño azul, de un gato viejo
Le prende al pecho algún recuerdo
Rueda profundo, tocando un solo
Le pinta el pelo un muerto sol
La noche se amortigua, al tibio de su cuerpo
Se hiela su cintura, la música huye lejos
Sentada y casi a oscuras, tocando el piano hacia el final…
El moño azul, de un gato viejo
Le prende al pecho algún recuerdo
Rueda profundo, tocando un solo
Le pinta el pelo un muerto sol
Al rojo de la tarde, se eleva una silueta
Murmura una tonada, la llave está en la puerta
Sentada y casi a oscuras, tocando el piano hasta el final…
Lyrics translation
In the red of the evening, a silhouette rises
Murmurs a tone, the key is in the door
Sitting and almost in the dark, playing the piano to the end…
Of torn notes, his blood carries rivers
The cry is dripping from him, his hands are made of glass
Sitting and almost in the dark, playing the piano to the end…
The blue bow of an old cat
She takes a memory to her chest
Deep wheel, playing a solo
A dead sun paints her hair
The night is softened, to the lukewarm of his body
His waist freezes, the music runs away
Sitting and almost in the dark, playing the piano towards the end…
The blue bow of an old cat
She takes a memory to her chest
Deep wheel, playing a solo
A dead sun paints her hair
In the red of the evening, a silhouette rises
Murmurs a tone, the key is in the door
Sitting and almost in the dark, playing the piano to the end…