Esta es la historia de un sbbado
de no importa que mes
y de un hombre sentado al piano
y no importa lo viejo que es.
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
apestando entre humo y sudor
y se agarra a su tabla de nbufrago
volviendo a su eterna canciun.
Cada vez que el espejo de la pared
le devuelve mbs joven la piel
se le encienden los ojos y su nisez
viene a tocar junto a yl.
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canciun
sabe a derrota y a hiel.
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
que le recuerdan quien fue:
el mbs joven maestro al piano
vencido por una mujer.
Ella siempre temiu echar rances
que pudieran sus alas cortar
y en la jaula metida la vida se iba
y quiso sus alas robar.
No lamenta que dy‚ malos pasos
aunque nunca desea su mal
pero a ratos, con furia, golpea el piano
y hay algunos que le han visto llorar.
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canciun
sabe a derrota y a hiel.
El micrufono huele a cerveza
y el calor se podrna cortar.
Solitarios, oscuros, buscando pareja
apurbndose un sbbado mbs.
Hay un hombre aferrado al piano
la emociun empapada en alcohol
y una voz que le dice "pareces cansado"
y a'n no ha salido ni el sol.
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canciun
sabe a derrota y a hiel.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says: "Son can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes,
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
when I wore a younger man's clothes."
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drink for free
And he's quick with a joke
or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says: "Bill, I believe this is killing me,"
as the smile ran away from his face,
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
if I could get out of this place."
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davey
who's still in the Navy
and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
as the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
and the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me
they've been coming to see
to forget about life for awhile
And the piano sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
and say: "Man, what are you doing here?"
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright |
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