Fito Paez — La Rumba Del Piano song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Rumba Del Piano" by Fito Paez.
Lyrics
Hermano de soledad
aqui hoy estamos los dos
bajo esta luz de rubí
entre esta gente nueva
hoy yo te quiero cantar
madera que hablas por mi mezcla de yegua y diván
refugio lengua y fusil
y si me aplauden a mi tambien te aplauden a vos
y si me caigo una vez
tambien se cae tu honor
y ya que hablamos de amor pinceles y monedas
porque no hablamos de vos
cuerpito blanco y negro
tus cuatro patas piden fiesta
entonces hay que darsela,
se va poniendo calentito el aire pide mas y mas
claro, se vino la rumba del piano
claro, rumba mama
claro, claro, claro
se vino la rumboa del piano
claro, claro claro. rumba mama
mi piano sabe de mi de cigarrillos qe queman
de cables putas y Dios
y de esta gente que espera
el otro dia lo vi corriendo atras de su amor
una pianola de azul
muy vieja, adulta y sin voz
y se abre como una flor
ante un acorde sutil
y cierra su corazón
si lo abandono en abril
mi piano un poco soy yo yo soy un poco de el hermanos en la prisión
viajando en un carrusel
tus cuatro patas piden fiesta
entocnes hay qe darsela, ohhh
se va poniendo calentito
el aire pide mas y mas, ohhh
solo te pido un poco de aire para respirar
y dejaste entrar aquella melodía
Lyrics translation
Brother of soledad
we're both here today.
under this ruby light
among these new people
today I want to sing you
wood that you speak for my mix of Mare and Divan
refuge tongue and rifle
and if they applaud me, they applaud you, too.
and if I fall once
Your honor also falls
and since we talk about love brushes and coins
because we're not talking about you.
black and white body
your four legs call for a party
then you have to give it to him,
it gets hot the air asks for more and more
sure, the piano rumba came.
sure, rumba mama
of course, of course, of course
the rumblings of the piano came
Sure, Sure, sure. rumba mama
my piano tastes like my cigarettes qe burn
of cables whores and God
and of these people waiting
the other day I saw him running after his love
a blue pianola
very old, adult and voiceless
and it opens like a flower
before a subtle chord
and close your heart
if I quit in April
my piano a little it's me I'm a little the brothers in prison
traveling on a carousel
your four legs call for a party
then there's QE darsela, ohhh
it's getting hot.
the air asks for more and more, ohhh
I'm just asking for some air to breathe.
and you let that melody in