Karaoke Music / Songs in Spanish-2 / Ana Belén - El Hombre Del Piano

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Esta es la historia de un sábado
de no importa que mes
y de un hombre sentado al piano
y no importa lo viejo que es.

Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
apestando entre humo y sudor
y se agarra a su tabla de náufrago
volviendo a su eterna canción.

Cada vez que el espejo de la pared
le devuelve más joven la piel
se le encienden los ojos y su niñez
viene a tocar junto a él.

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a hiel.

Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
que le recuerdan quien fue:
el más joven maestro al piano
vencido por una mujer.

Ella siempre temió echar raíces
que pudieran sus alas cortar
y en la jaula metida la vida se iba
y quiso sus alas robar.

No lamenta que dé‚ malos pasos
aunque nunca desea su mal
pero a ratos, con furia, golpea el piano
y hay algunos que 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 hiel.

El micrófono huele a cerveza
y el calor se podría cortar.
Solitarios, oscuros, buscando pareja
apurándose un sábado más.

Hay un hombre aferrado al piano
la emoción empapada en alcohol
y una voz que le dice "pareces cansado"
y aún no ha salido ni el sol.

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a hiel.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin

He says: "Son can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes,

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
when I wore a younger man's clothes."

La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight

We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drink for free

And he's quick with a joke
or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be

He says: "Bill, I believe this is killing me,"
as the smile ran away from his face,

"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
if I could get out of this place."

La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife

And he's talking with Davey
who's still in the Navy
and probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
as the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight

We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright

La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
and the manager gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me
they've been coming to see
to forget about life for awhile

And the piano sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
and say: "Man, what are you doing here?"

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight

We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright

La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight

We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
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