El Hombre Del Piano

The Piano Man

El Hombre Del Piano

This is the story of a SaturdayEsta es la historia de un sábado
No matter what monthDe no importa que mes
And of a man sitting at the pianoY de un hombre sentado al piano
No matter what old cafeDe no importa que viejo café

He takes the glass and his hands trembleToma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
Reeking of smoke and sweatApestando entre humo y sudor
And he clings to his raft boardY se agarra a su tabla de náufrago
Returning to his eternal songVolviendo a su eterna canción
La, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la

Play again, old loserToca otra vez, viejo perdedor
You make me feel goodHaces que me sienta bien
The night is so sad that your songEs tan triste la noche que tu canción
Tastes like defeat and honeySabe a derrota y a miel

Every time the mirror on the wallCada vez que el espejo de la pared
Makes his skin look youngerLe devuelve más joven la piel
His eyes light up and his childhoodSe le encienden los ojos y su niñez
Comes to play with himViene a tocar junto a él

But there are always drunkards with droolPero siempre hay borrachos con babas
Who remind him of who he wasQue le recuerdan quién fue
The youngest piano masterEl más joven maestro al piano
Defeated by a womanVencido por una mujer
La, ra, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, ra, la, la, la, la, la, la

She always feared putting down rootsElla siempre temió echar raíces
That could cut her wingsQue pudieran sus alas cortar
And trapped in the cage, life was slipping awayY en la jaula metida, la vida se le iba
And she wanted to test her strengthY quiso sus fuerzas probar

She doesn't regret taking wrong stepsNo lamenta que de malos pasos
Although she never wishes harmAunque nunca desea su mal
But sometimes with fury she hits the pianoPero a ratos con furia golpea el piano
And some have seen her cryY hay algunos que le han visto llorar
La, ra, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, ra, la, la, la, la, la, la

Play again, old loserToca otra vez viejo perdedor
You make me feel goodHaces que me sienta bien
The night is so sad that your songEs tan triste la noche que tu canción
Tastes like defeat and honeySabe a derrota y a miel

The microphone smells like beerEl micrófono huele a cerveza
And the heat could be cut with a knifeY el calor se podría cortar
Dark loners looking for companySolitarios oscuros buscando pareja
Hastening through another SaturdayApurándose un sábado más

There's a man clinging to a pianoHay un hombre aferrado a un piano
Emotion soaked in alcoholLa emoción empapada en alcohol
And a voice that says to him: You look tiredY una voz que le dice: Pareces cansado
And the Sun hasn't even risen yetY aún no ha salido ni el Sol
La, ra, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, ra, la, la, la, la, la, la

Play again, old loserToca otra vez viejo perdedor
You make me feel goodHaces que me sienta bien
The night is so sad that your songEs tan triste la noche que tu canción
Tastes like defeat and honeySabe a derrota y a miel