Fernando Cabrera — España song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "España" by Fernando Cabrera.
Lyrics
Parece que el juez le dijo
Usted se marcha de acá
No puede aquí quedar nadie
Que toque música en vivo
Del viejo teatro del pueblo
Terminan de descolgar
Las últimas actuaciones
Sólo el recorte de un diario
País, pobre incertidumbre
Al menos queda algún diario
Recurro a todo boliche
Que pueda neutralizar
La pálida que ilumina
Cada salón de mi alma
No hay nada que más me alivie
Que aprovechar la canción
La música curativa
Que mi dolor desempaña
No puedo, no hay más pianistas
Se fueron todos a España
Quedamos abandonados
A los caprichos del dial
Me acuerdo de aquellas noches
Oyendo hablar las guitarras
La charla de los tambores
Y yo queriendo opinar
Los ritmos hoy van de luto
Son guantes huecos de garra
Ayer conseguí pasaje
Voy con ustedes a España
Los músicos a montones
Desembarcando en España
País, pobre incertidumbre
La soledad te acompaña
Mi Dios, pobre Madre Patria
Con su actitud coterránea
Lyrics translation
Looks like the judge told him
You're leaving here.
No one can stay here.
Play live music
From the Old Village Theater
They finish taking off.
The latest performances
Just clipping a diary
Country, poor uncertainty
At least there's a diary left.
I resort to all bowling
That can neutralize
The pale that illuminates
Every Hall of my soul
There's nothing more to relieve me
To take advantage of the song
Healing music
May my pain fade
I can't, there are no more pianists
They all went to Spain
We were abandoned.
To the whims of the dial
I remember those nights
Hearing the guitars speak
The talk of the drums
And I wanted to give my opinion
The rhythms today are in mourning
They're hollow claw gloves.
I got a ticket yesterday.
I'm going with you to Spain
The musicians to a lot
Landing in Spain
Country, poor uncertainty
Loneliness accompanies you
My god, poor Motherland
With his coterranía attitude