Lucia Perez — Probablemente song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Probablemente" by Lucia Perez.
Lyrics
Le conocí en un banco de estacion,
dos horas antes de amanecer,
la luna ya tomaba el ultimo trago,
antes de irse a dormir.
Todo parecia normal,
hasta unos versos me brindo,
aquel poeta con la pluma desgastada de escribir,
tantas cosas al amor.
Probablemente los tienes de mi falda,
se ha descrito el final de esta historia,
que empezaba con rayos de sol
y con nubes negras ya se ha acaba.
Probablemente tu te habras pensado
que las musas se escriben por encargo,
por que las cartas del viejo trobador,
siguen durmiendo versos de un rock and roll.
Hoy la final que aquel bohemio me escribio,
el estribillo de esta cancion,
es muy probable que no lo vuelva a ver,
pues con sus sombras se largo.
Todo habia sido normal,
pero se dedico a buscar,
en los vertices del viento aquellas rimas
que Jhon Lenon, nunca pudo terminar.
Probablemente los tienes de mi falda,
se ha descrito el final de esta historia,
que empezaba con rayos de sol
y con nubes negras ya se ha acaba.
Probablemente tu te habras pensado
que las musas se escriben por encargo,
por que las cartas del viejo trobador,
siguen durmiendo versos de un rock and roll.
(Gracias a Nanoh por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I met him on a bench.,
two hours before dawn,
the moon was already taking the last drink,
before you go to sleep.
Everything seemed normal,
even a few verses I drink,
that poet with the worn pen of writing,
so many things to love.
You probably have them on my skirt.,
the end of this story has been described,
that started with sunbeams
and with black clouds it's over.
You probably thought about it.
that muses are written to order,
why the old trobador's letters,
they're still sleeping rock and roll verses.
Today the final that Bohemian wrote me,
the chorus of this song,
I'll probably never see him again.,
well, with his shadows, he's gone.
Everything had been normal,
but he was engaged in searching,
in the vertices of the wind those rhymes
that Jhon Lenon, could never finish.
You probably have them on my skirt.,
the end of this story has been described,
that started with sunbeams
and with black clouds it's over.
You probably thought about it.
that muses are written to order,
why the old trobador's letters,
they're still sleeping rock and roll verses.
(Thanks to Nanoh for this letter)