Joan Manuel Serrat "Penélope" lyrics

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Penélope

01Penélope,con su bolso de piel marróny sus zapatos de tacón,y su vestido de domingo.

02Penélope,se sienta en un banco en el andény espera que llegue el primer trenmeneando el abanico.

03Dicen en el pueblo que un caminante parósu relojuna tarde de primavera.

04Adiós, amor mío, no me llores, volveréantes que de los sauces caigan las hojas...Piensa en mí, volveré por ti...

05pobre infeliz,se paró tu reloj infantiluna tarde plomiza de abril,cuando se fue tu amante.

06Se marchitóen tu huerto hasta la última flor,no hay ni un sauce en la calle mayorpara penélope.

07Penélope,tristes a fuerza de esperar,tus ojos parecen brillarsi un tren silba a lo lejos.

08Penélope,uno tras otro los ve pasar,mira sus caras, las oye hablar,para ella son muñecos.

09Dicen en el pueblo que el caminante volvió,la encontró en su banco de pino verde.

10la llamó: "penélope, mi amante fiel, mi paz,deja ya de tejer sueños en tu mente...mírame, soy tu amor, regresé..."

11Le sonriócon los ojos llenitos de ayer,no era así su cara ni su piel:"tú no eres quien yo espero..."

12Y se quedócon su bolso de piel marróny sus zapatitos de tacónsentada en la estación

Penelope

01PenelopeWith her brown leather handbagAnd her high-heeled shoesAnd her dress of Sunday

02PenelopeShe sits on a bench on the platformAnd waits for the first train to arriveShaking the fan

03People from the town say that a traveler stopped his watchIn the afternoon of a spring

04Goodbye, my love, don’t weep for me, I will returnBefore the willows fall their leavesThink of me, I will return for you

05Poor miserable womanYour youth stoppedIn a leaden afternoon of AprilWhen your lover went away

06Withered in her gardenUntil the last flowerThere is not even a willow on the main streetFor Penelope

07PenelopeThey are sad after so much waitingBut your eyes seem to glowIf a train whistles in the distance

08PenelopeOne after another she sees them passingShe looks at their faces, She hears them talkingThey are dolls for her

09People from the town say that the traveler returnedHe found her on the bench of raw pine

10He called her : ”Penelope, my faithful lover, my peaceQuit weaving dreams in your mind any longerLook at me, I am your love, I have returned ”

11She smiled at himWith eyes full of yesterdayHis face and his skin were not like that"You are not the one I'm waiting for"

12And she stayedWith her brown leather handbagAnd her high-heeled shoesSitting in the station

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