Toca Para Mi
Como cada tarde esta
En el parque para tocar
Su viejo y cansado instrumento
En el mismo banco sentado
Una manta en el suelo a su lado
Dispuesto a dar el lado bueno
Y aunque ya se venga a menos
Me regala una balada solo por una mirada
De sus años de experiencia
Mil anécdotas me cuenta
Yo finjo creerlo así
Me gusta verle feliz
Contando aventuras y creyendo ser un violín
Toca para mi, yo te quiero oír
Quiero formar parte de tu locura
Pondremos nuestras almas de partitura
Toca para mi, yo te quiero oír
Y que el último latido de tu corazón
Sea una rosa que brota de la última nota
Hay gente que ríe al verle, con su pajarita verde
Sus pantalones ya roídos
Y unas flores que ha cogido
Adornando una camisa
Que ha cosido muy deprisa
El loco maestro toca
Con una dulzura loca
Y se posa una paloma, en sus zapatos de goma
Nadie ríe, nadie habla, los que de ti se burlaban
Se va recostando y habla de lo dura que es la tabla
Ya he dejado de fingir, no quiero verle sufrir
Contando aventuras y creyendo ser un violín
Toca para mi, yo te quiero oír
Quiero formar parte de tu locura
Pondremos nuestras almas de partitura
Toca para mi, yo te quiero oír
Y que el ultimo latido de tu corazón
Sea una rosa que brota de la ultima nota
Toca para mi, toca para mi, yo te quiero oír
Quiero formar parte de tu locura
Pondremos nuestras almas de partitura
Toca para mi
Play for Me
Like every afternoon is
In the park to play
His old and tired instrument
On the same bench sitting
A blanket on the ground beside him
Ready to show the good side
And even though he's declining
He gifts me a ballad just for a glance
From his years of experience
He tells me a thousand anecdotes
I pretend to believe it so
I like to see him happy
Telling adventures and believing to be a violin
Play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me, I want to hear you
And let the last beat of your heart
Be a rose sprouting from the last note
There are people who laugh at him, with his green bow tie
His already worn-out pants
And some flowers he picked
Adorning a shirt
That he sewed in a hurry
The crazy maestro plays
With a crazy sweetness
And a dove lands on his rubber shoes
No one laughs, no one speaks, those who mocked you
He leans back and talks about how tough the board is
I have stopped pretending, I don't want to see him suffer
Telling adventures and believing to be a violin
Play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me, I want to hear you
And let the last beat of your heart
Be a rose sprouting from the last note
Play for me, play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me
Escrita por: Alejandro Sanz