El hombre del piano [English translation]

This is a story of a saturday

no matter what month

and a man sitting at the piano

no matter what old coffe

He takes the glass and his hands shake

stinking between smoke and sweat

and he grabs his board of shipwreck

returning to his eternal song

Play it again, old loser

you make me feel good

it´s so sad the night that in your song

savor the defeat and honey

Each time when the mirror in the wall

returns younger skin to him

his eyes light up and his childhood

comes to play with him

But there are always drunk with spit

to remember who he was

the youngest piano man

defeated by a woman

She always feared tako root

that could cut his wings

and still tucked into the cage his life was going

and he wanted to taste his strenght

He doesn´t regret giving missteps

though never want her bad

but at times he stuck with fury the piano

and some have seen him mourn

Play it again, old loser

you make me feel good

it´s so sad the night that in your song

savor the defeat and honey

The microphone smells like beer

and the heat could be cut

dark lonely looking for partner

rushing one more saturday

And a man clinging to the piano

the emotion soaked in alcohol

and a voice says: you look tired

and has not yet come the sun

Play it again, old loser

you make me feel good

it´s so sad the night that in your song

savor the defeat and honey

• Artist:Yuridia
• Album:Habla el corazón