Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Toca para mí , by - Alejandro Sanz. Song from the album Viviendo deprisa, in the genre ПопRelease date: 19.08.1991
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Toca para mí(original) |
| Como cada tarde está |
| En el parque para tocar |
| Su viejo y cansado instrumento |
| En el mismo banco sentado |
| Una manta en el suelo a su lado |
| Dispuesto a dar el lado bueno |
| Y aunque ya se venga a menos |
| Me regala una balada sólo por una mirada |
| De sus años de experiencia |
| Mil anécdotas me cuenta |
| Yo finjo creerlo así |
| Me gusta verle feliz |
| Contando aventuras y creyendo ser un violín |
| Toca para mí, yo te quiero oír |
| Quiero formar parte de tu locura |
| Pondremos nuestras almas de partitura |
| Toca para mí, yo te quiero oír |
| Y que el último latido de tu corazón |
| Sea la rosa que brota de la última nota |
| Hay gente que ríe al verle |
| Con su pajarita verder |
| Sus pantalones ya roídos |
| Y unas flores que ha cogido |
| Adornando una camisa |
| Que ha cosido muy deprisa |
| El loco maestro toca |
| Con una dulzura loca |
| Y se posa una paloma |
| En sus zapatos de goma |
| Nadie ríe, nadie habla |
| Los que de ti se burlaban |
| Se va recostando y habla |
| De lo dura que es la tabla |
| Ya he dejado de fingir |
| No quiero verle sufrir |
| Contando aventuras y creyendo ser un violín |
| (translation) |
| Like every afternoon is |
| In the park to play |
| Your old and tired instrument |
| Sitting on the same bench |
| A blanket on the floor next to him |
| Willing to give the good side |
| And although it already comes to less |
| He gives me a ballad just for a look |
| From his years of experience |
| A thousand anecdotes tells me |
| I pretend to believe so |
| I like to see him happy |
| Telling adventures and believing to be a violin |
| Play for me, I want to hear you |
| I want to be part of your madness |
| We'll put our souls on sheet music |
| Play for me, I want to hear you |
| And that the last beat of your heart |
| Be the rose that springs from the last note |
| There are people who laugh when they see him |
| With his green bow tie |
| His pants already gnawed |
| And some flowers that he has picked |
| decorating a shirt |
| That he has sewn very quickly |
| The mad master plays |
| with crazy sweetness |
| And he perches a dove |
| In your rubber shoes |
| Nobody laughs, nobody talks |
| Those who made fun of you |
| He leans back and speaks |
| Of how hard the board is |
| I've stopped pretending |
| I don't want to see him suffer |
| Telling adventures and believing to be a violin |