El hombre del piano
Stafas Lyrics
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Y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo cafe.
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos, apestando entre humo y sudor,
Y se agarra a su tabla de naufrago volviendo a su eterna cancion.
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche que tu cancion sabe a derrota y a miel.
Se le encienden los ojos y su niñez viene a tocar junto a el.
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas, que le recuerdan quien fue,
El mas joven maestro al piano vencido por una mujer.
Ella siempre temio echar raices, 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 ratos, con furia, golpea el piano
Y hay algunos que lo han visto llorar.
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche que tu cancion sabe a derrota y a miel.
El microfono huele a cerveza y el calor se podria cortar,
Solitarios oscuros, buscando pareja apurandose un sabado mas.
Hay un hombre aferrado al piano la emocion empapada en alcohol,
Y una voz que le dice, pareces cansado y aun no ha salido ni el sol.
The song starts by describing a Saturday of any month and an old man sitting at a piano in an old café. He holds a glass, visibly trembling and soaked in smoke and sweat. But he holds onto the piano like a shipwreck survivor, playing his eternal song. He plays it again, making the listener feel good despite the sadness of the night that tastes of defeat and honey.
The man seems to get younger every time he sees his reflection in the wall mirror. Childhood memories flood him, and he plays as if his younger self is playing alongside him. But there are always drunken men with drool reminding him of his past. He was once the youngest piano maestro, defeated by a woman. She was afraid to be tied down and caged, and she wanted to test her strength. He doesn't regret his mistakes, and he doesn't wish her harm. Nevertheless, he sometimes pounds the piano furiously, and some have seen him cry.
Despite the dark atmosphere of the café, there are lonely people searching for love on another Saturday night. The man clings to the piano, alcohol seeping into his emotions. A voice tells him he looks tired, although the sun hasn't risen yet.
Overall, the song paints a sad yet vivid portrait of an old man stuck in his past, finding solace in playing his piano in an old café, and the lonely souls who seem to surround him.
Line by Line Meaning
Esta es la historia de un sabado de no importa que mes
This is the story of a Saturday of any month
Y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo cafe.
And a man sitting at the piano of any old cafe
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos, apestando entre humo y sudor,
He takes the glass and his hands tremble, reeking of smoke and sweat
Y se agarra a su tabla de naufrago volviendo a su eterna cancion.
And he clings to his sailor's plank returning to his eternal song
Toca otra vez viejo perdedor haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche que tu cancion sabe a derrota y a miel.
Play again old loser, you make me feel good, the night is so sad that your song tastes of defeat and honey
Cada vez que el espejo de la pared le devuelve mas joven la piel,
Every time the mirror on the wall shows him younger skin
Se le encienden los ojos y su nin~ez viene a tocar junto a el.
His eyes light up and his childhood comes to play with him
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas, que le recuerdan quien fue,
But there are always drunken fools who remind him of who he was
El mas joven maestro al piano vencido por una mujer.
The youngest piano master defeated by a woman
Ella siempre temio echar raices, que pudieran sus alas cortar
She always feared putting down roots, that they could cut her wings
Y en la jaula metida, la vida se le iba y quiso sus fuerzas probar.
And trapped in a cage, life was slipping away and she wanted to test her strength
No lamenta que de malos pasos, aunque nunca desea su mal,
He doesn't regret taking missteps, although he never wishes ill on anyone
Pero a ratos, con furia, golpea el piano
But sometimes, with fury, he hits the piano
Y hay algunos que lo han visto llorar.
And there are some who have seen him cry
El microfono huele a cerveza y el calor se podria cortar,
The microphone smells like beer and the heat could be cut
Solitarios oscuros, buscando pareja apurandose un sabado mas.
Dark loners, looking for a partner, hurrying on another Saturday
Hay un hombre aferrado al piano la emocion empapada en alcohol,
There is a man clinging to the piano, emotion soaked in alcohol
Y una voz que le dice, pareces cansado y aun no ha salido ni el sol.
And a voice that tells him, you seem tired and the sun hasn't even come up yet.
Contributed by Ella J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.