Jose Luis Perales — La Tabaquera song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Tabaquera" by Jose Luis Perales.
Lyrics
Sonrisas bajo el brazo y pena en el corazón,
c erillas y tabaco se venden en un rincón,
cerillas y tabaco se venden en un rincón.
la oigo cantar: ¡cerillas y papel!
y toma sorbo a sorbo su café
y mira sin hablar y piensa sin saber,
por qué llego a este mundo, y para qué.
y su pregunta,
voló de mesa en mesa sin respuesta
quedándose dormida tras la puerta,
por si alguien quiere un día contestar.
y yo la miro…
y quiero recordarla tal como era
yo quiero hablar de aquella tabaquera,
que un día en la taberna me miró.
de joven tuvo amores con un apuesto señor
pero voló tan alto que un día ya no volvió,
pero voló tan alto que un día ya no volvió.
y le dejó cerillas y papel,
y todo un testamento por hacer;
riquezas por ganar, y sedas por tejer,
y un bello rinconcito en un café…
y una pregunta,
que va de mesa en mesa sin respuesta;
y que quedó dormida tras la puerta
por si alguien quiere un día contestar.
y yo la miro…
y quiero recordarla tal como era;
yo quiero hablar de aquella tabaquera,
que un día en la taberna me miró.
Lyrics translation
Smiles under the arm and pain in the heart,
C erillas and tobacco are sold in a corner,
matches and tobacco are sold in a corner.
I hear her sing: matches and paper!
and sip by sip your coffee
and look without speaking and think without knowing,
why I come to this world, and why.
and your question,
flew from Table To Table unanswered
falling asleep behind the door,
in case anyone ever wants to answer.
and I look at her…
and I want to remember her as she was
I want to talk about that tobacco shop.,
that one day in the tavern he looked at me.
when he was young, he had love with a handsome gentleman.
but he flew so high that one day he never came back,
but he flew so high that one day he never came back.
and left him matches and paper,
and a will to do;
riches to win, and silks to weave,
and a nice little nook in a cafe…
and a question,
that goes from Table To Table unanswered;
and she fell asleep behind the door
in case anyone ever wants to answer.
and I look at her…
and I want to remember her as she was;
I want to talk about that tobacco shop.,
that one day in the tavern he looked at me.