Yuridia "El hombre del piano" lyrics

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El hombre del piano

Esta es la historia de un sábadode no importa que mesy de un hombre sentado al pianoque no importa que viejo café

Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manosapestando entre humo y sudory se agarra su tabla de nafragovolviendo a su eterna cancion

Toca otra vez viejo perdedorhaces que me sienta bienes tan triste la noche que tu canciónsabe a derrota y a miel

Cada vez que el espejo de la paredme devuelve mas joven la pielse le encienden los ojosy su niñez vuelve a tocar junto a el

Pero siempre hay borrachos con babasque le recuerdan quien fueel mas joven maestro al pianovencido por una mujer

Ella siempre temió echar raicesque pudieran sus alas cortary en la jaula metida la vida se le ibay quiso sus fuerzas probar

No lamenta que de malos pasosaunque nunca desea su malpero a ratos con furia golpea el pianoy algunos lo han visto llorar

Toca otra vez viejo perdedorhaces que me sineta bienes tan triste la noche que tu canciónsabe a derrota y a miel

El microfono huele a cervezay el calor se podria cortarsolitarios obscuros buscando parejasapurandose a un sabado mas

Hay un hombre aferrado al pianola emocion empapada en alcoholy una voz que le dice pareces cansadoy aun no ha salido ni el sol

Toca otra vez viejo perdedorhaces que me sienta bienes ta triste la noche que tu canciónsabe a derrota y a miel

Piano man

This is a story of a saturdayno matter what monthand a man sitting at the pianono matter what old coffe

He takes the glass and his hands shakestinking between smoke and sweatand he grabs his board of shipwreckreturning to his eternal song

Play it again, old loseryou make me feel goodit´s so sad the night that in your songsavor the defeat and honey

Each time when the mirror in the wallreturns younger skin to himhis eyes light up and his childhoodcomes to play with him

But there are always drunk with spitto remember who he wasthe youngest piano mandefeated by a woman

She always feared tako rootthat could cut his wingsand still tucked into the cage his life was goingand he wanted to taste his strenght

He doesn´t regret giving misstepsthough never want her badbut at times he stuck with fury the pianoand some have seen him mourn

Play it again, old loseryou make me feel goodit´s so sad the night that in your songsavor the defeat and honey

The microphone smells like beerand the heat could be cutdark lonely looking for partnerrushing one more saturday

And a man clinging to the pianothe emotion soaked in alcoholand a voice says: you look tiredand has not yet come the sun

Play it again, old loseryou make me feel goodit´s so sad the night that in your songsavor the defeat and honey

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