Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Último Baile, artist - Nacho Vegas. Date of issue: 23.02.2013
Song language: Spanish
El Último Baile(original) |
| Padre, éste es el último baile |
| Es hora de dormir |
| Por hoy ya estuvo bien |
| Lo dejamos aquí |
| Padre, no ha debido educarme así |
| Pero así sucedió |
| Y ahora quiero volver a tratar de correr |
| Sin siquiera haber aprendido a andar |
| Sé que no es frecuente en mí escuchar la verdad |
| Pero deje que al menos intente cambiar |
| Y que me extirpen del alma |
| Este pecado mortal |
| Que me anega y me arrastra |
| Como el agua cuando hay pleamar |
| Y Padre, mire el cielo cómo abre |
| Y cuanto más azul está |
| Más difícil será |
| Luego salir |
| Deme sólo una razón |
| Para seguir aquí |
| Si la noche murió y la luna se vio |
| Condenada una vez más a desaparecer |
| Y asimismo hago yo |
| Alguien que lo intentó |
| Y que al cabo se dijo |
| «nos vamos, no hay nada que hacer» |
| Y se revuelve aquí dentro |
| Este inextirpable mal |
| Esto que sólo el veneno |
| Parece saber calmar |
| Y Padre, dígame si es incurable |
| Esta enfermedad |
| Que es poder apreciar cosas buenas aquí |
| Con sensibilidad |
| Y saberme a la vez tan incapaz |
| De disfrutarlas igual que hacen los demás |
| Y si ahora le rezo |
| Padre, ha de entender |
| (translation) |
| Father, this is the last dance |
| It's time to sleep |
| It was good for today |
| we leave it here |
| Father, you shouldn't have brought me up like this |
| But that's how it happened |
| And now I want to try to run again |
| Without even having learned to walk |
| I know it's not often for me to hear the truth |
| But let me at least try to change |
| And that they remove me from the soul |
| this deadly sin |
| That drowns me and drags me |
| Like water when there is high tide |
| And Father, look at the sky how it opens |
| And the bluer it is |
| more difficult it will be |
| then leave |
| give me just one reason |
| to continue here |
| If the night died and the moon was seen |
| Condemned once again to disappear |
| And so do I |
| someone who tried |
| And that at the end it was said |
| "we're leaving, there's nothing to do" |
| And it stirs in here |
| This inextricable evil |
| This that only poison |
| seems to know how to calm |
| And Father, tell me if it is incurable |
| This sickness |
| What is being able to appreciate good things here |
| with sensitivity |
| And knowing that I am so incapable at the same time |
| To enjoy them the same as the others |
| And if now I pray to him |
| Father, you have to understand |