Yuridia — El Hombre Del Piano (Piano Man) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Hombre Del Piano (Piano Man)" by Yuridia.
Lyrics
Esta es la historia
de un sabado
de no importa que mes
y de un hombre sentado al piano
de no importa que viejo cafe
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
apestando entre humo y sudor
y si agarra su tabla de naufrago
volviendo a su eterna canción
toca otra vez viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien
es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y miel
cada vez que el espejo
de la pared le devuelve más joven la piel
y su niñez viene a tocar junto a él
pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
que le recuerdan quien fue
el mas joven maestro al piano
vencido por una mujer
ella siempre tenía las raices
que pudieran sus alas cortar
y en la jaula metida
la vida se le hiba
y quizo sua alas cortar
no lamenta que de malos pasos
aunque nunca desea su mal
pero a ratos con furia golpea a el piano
y algunos le han visto llorar
toca otra vez viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien
es tan triste la noche
que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a miel
Lyrics translation
This is the story
from a Saturday
of no matter what month
and a man sitting at the piano
from no matter what old cafe
He takes the glass and his hands shake
smelling between smoke and sweat
and if he grabs his shipwreck board
returning to his eternal song
play again, you old loser.
you make me feel good
it's so sad at night that your song
it tastes like defeat and honey
every time the mirror
of the Wall returns you younger skin
and his childhood comes to play next to him
but there are always drunks with Drools
that remind you who it was
the youngest piano master
defeated by a woman
she always had the roots
that they could cut their wings
and in the cage
life is on its way
and I wanted his wings to cut
he doesn't regret that he's taking bad steps
though he never desires his evil
but at times with fury hits the piano
and some have seen him cry
play again, you old loser.
you make me feel good
it's so sad at night
that your song
it tastes like defeat and honey