El Hombre Del Piano

The Man at the Piano

El Hombre Del Piano

This is the storyEsta es la historia
Of a SaturdayDe un sábado
Of no matter what monthDe no importa que mes
And of a man sitting at the pianoY de un hombre sentado al piano
Of no matter what old caféDe no importa qué 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 life raftY se agarra su tabla de náufrago
Returning to his eternal songVolviendo a su eterna canción

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 miel

Every time the mirrorCada vez que el espejo
On the wall makes his skin look youngerDe la pared le devuelve más joven la piel
His eyes light upSe le encienden los ojos
And his childhood comes to play with himY su niñez viene a tocar junto a él

But there are always drunks 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

She always feared putting down rootsElla siempre temió echar raíces
That could cut her wingsQue pudieran sus alas cortar
And in the cage she was inY en la jaula metida
Life was slipping awayLa 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 him harmAunque nunca desea su mal
But sometimes with fury he hits the pianoPero a ratos con furia golpea al piano
And some have seen him cryY algunos le han visto llorar

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

The microphone smells of beerEl micrófono huele a cerveza
And the heat could be cut with a knifeY el calor se podría cortar
Lonely, dark souls looking for a partnerSolitarios, obscuros buscando pareja
Hastening another SaturdayApurándose a un sábado más

There is a man clinging to the pianoHay un hombre aferrado al 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

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