CASTELLANO:
Esta es la historia de un sábado de no importa que mes,
Y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo café.
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos, apestando entre humo y sudor
Y se agarra a su tablas de naufrago volviendo a su eterna canción.
La, la, la...
ESTRIBILLO:
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor
Haces que me sienta bien,
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
Sabe a derrota y miel.
Cada vez que el espejo de la pared le devuelve mas joven la piel,
Se le encienden los ojos y su niñez viene a tocar junto a el.
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas que le recuerden quien fue,
El mas joven maestro al piano vencido por una mujer.
La, la, la...
Ella siempre temió echar raíces que pudieran sus alas cortar
Y en la jaula metida la vida se le iba y quiso sus fuerzas probar.
No lamenta que beba dos vasos ,aunque nunca desea su mal.
Pero a ratos con furia golpea el piano y hay alguno que le han visto llorar
La, la, la...
(ESTRIBILLO)
El micrófono huele a cerveza y el calor se podría cortar
Solitarios y oscuros buscando pareja a cuantos ha visto llorar.
Hay un hombre aferrado a un piano la emoción empapada en alcohol.
Y una voz que le dice pareces cansado y aún no ha salido ni el sol.
(ESTRIBILLO)
INGLÉS:
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, la, di, di, da, la, la, di, di, da, da, dum
ESTRIBILLO:
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, 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.
(ESTRIBILLO)
La, 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?"
(ESTRIBILLO)
La, la, la, di, di, da, la, la, di, di, da, da, dum
(ESTRIBILLO)
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