Lyrics Elena Roger – Piano Man

Piano Man Lyrics – Elena Roger

Singer: Elena Roger
Title: Piano Man

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 tabla de náufrago
Volviendo a su eterna canción

La, ra, rarara, la rarararara
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
Haces que me sienta bien
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción

Sabe a derrota y a miel
Cada vez que el espejo dе la pared
Le devuеlve más joven la piel
Se le encienden los ojos y su niñez

Viene a tocar junto a él
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
Que le recuerdan quién fue
El más joven talento al piano

Vencido por una mujer
La, ra, rarara, la rarararara
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 de malos pasos
Aunque nunca desea su mal

Pero a veces con furia golpea el piano
Y hay algunos que le han visto llorar
La, ra, rarara rarararara
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor

Haces que me sienta bien
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
Sabe a derrota y a miel
El micrófono huele a cerveza

Y el calor se podría cortar
Solitarios oscuros buscando pareja
Apurándose un sábado más
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
La, ra, rarara, la rarararara

Toca otra vez viejo perdedor
Haces que me sienta bien
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
Sabe a derrota y a miel
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Piano Man – English Translation

This is the story of a Saturday
No matter what month
And a piano sitting man
No matter how old coffee

Take the glass and their hands tremble
Stinking between smoke and sweat
And he grabs his shipwrecked table
Returning to his eternal song

La, ra, rare, the rarrarara
Touch again, old loser
You make me feel good
The night is so sad that your song

Know defeat and honey
Every time the mirror dе the wall
The skin returns you younger
His eyes and his childhood are lit

Comes to play with him
But there are always drunk
That remind him who was
The youngest piano talent

Defeated by a woman
La, ra, rare, the rarrarara
She always feared to take root
That their wings could cut

And in the cage stuck, life was leaving
And wanted to try
It does not regret that of bad steps
Although you never want your evil

But sometimes furiously hits the piano
And there are some who have seen him cry
The, ra, rarrararara
Touch old loser

You make me feel good
The night is so sad that your song
Know defeat and honey
The microphone smells like beer

And the heat could be cut
Dark lonely looking for a partner
Hurrying one more Saturday
There is a man clinging to a piano

Emotion soaked in alcohol
And a voice that says: you seem tired
And not yet the sun has come out
La, ra, rare, the rarrarara

Touch old loser
You make me feel good
The night is so sad that your song
Know defeat and honey
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Lyrics Elena Roger – Piano Man

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