Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toca para mí, artist - Alejandro Sanz. Album song Viviendo deprisa, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 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 |