Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canción del Extranjero, artist - Nacho Vegas.
Date of issue: 28.10.2012
Song language: Spanish
Canción del Extranjero(original) |
Es cierto, sé que todos tus amantes |
Fueron jugadores pretendiendo haber dejado el juego |
Conozco a esos hombres y no es fácil |
Coger la mano de alguien que quiere alcanzar el cielo |
Alguien que quiere alcanzar el cielo |
Y al recoger el comodín que se olvidó |
Descubres que no te ha dejado mucho más que nada |
Él como cualquier jugador se retiró |
Cansado de esperar por una carta aún más alta |
Como San José buscando un pesebre |
Como San José buscando un pesebre |
Y un día con serenidad te dice que |
Su voluntad se debilitó con tu amor y tu cobijo |
Sacará de su cartera un viejo horario de trenes |
Y dirá: «te dije al llegar que era un extranjero |
Te dije al llegar que era un extranjero.» |
Pero ahora ves que hay alguien más que esconde |
Sueños y demás como si fueran la carga de otro |
Ya has visto a ese hombre antes repartiendo cartas |
Con su brazo de oro que ahora está oxidado |
Y te ofrece juego a cambio de cobijo |
Y canciones a cambio de cobijo |
Y tú odias ver a otro extranjero como aquel primero |
Haciéndote creer que ha dejado el juego |
Y mientras él oculta un as adviertes |
Un camino serpenteando como humo entre la nieve |
Y de pronto sientes que envejeces |
Le dices que puede pasar, pero oyes algo |
Y al girarte ves la puerta abierta y nadie en ella |
Está junto a la ventana y no tienes nada que temer |
Eres tú, mi amor, tú eres la extranjera |
Tú mi amor, la única extranjera |
Quise esperar, sabía que te encontraría en este tren |
Ya es hora de ir cogiendo otro |
Entiende por favor que nunca tuve un plan |
Para llegar a este sitio o a cualquier otro |
Y cuando te habla así no sabes que pretende |
Mañana podemos quedar bajo el puente |
O junto al mar que se extiende hacia el infinito |
Y sube al coche-cama dejando el andén vacío |
Y entiendes que él nunca fue sincero |
Que él no era aquel extranjero |
Y dices: «vale, bajo el puente es perfecto.» |
Y al recoger el comodín que se olvidó |
Descubres que no te ha dejado mucho más que nada |
Él como cualquier jugador se retiró |
Cansado de esperar por una carta aún más alta |
Como San José buscando un pesebre |
Como San José buscando un pesebre |
Y un día con serenidad te dice que |
Su voluntad se debilitó con tu amor y tu cobijo |
Sacará de su cartera un viejo horario de trenes |
Y dirá: «te dije al llegar que era un extranjero |
Te dije al llegar que era un extranjero |
Te dije al llegar que era un extranjero |
Te dije al llegar que era un extranjero |
(Con todos mis respetos señor Cohen) |
(translation) |
It's true, I know all your lovers |
They were players pretending to have left the game |
I know those men and it's not easy |
Hold the hand of someone who wants to reach the sky |
someone who wants to reach the sky |
And when picking up the joker he forgot |
You discover that he has not left you much more than anything |
He like any player retired |
Tired of waiting for an even higher card |
Like Saint Joseph looking for a manger |
Like Saint Joseph looking for a manger |
And one day with serenity he tells you that |
His will was weakened by your love and your shelter |
He'll take an old train schedule out of his wallet |
And he will say: "I told you when I arrived that he was a foreigner |
I told you on arrival that he was a foreigner." |
But now you see there's someone else hiding |
Dreams and others as if they were someone else's burden |
You've seen that man before dealing cards |
With his golden arm from him that is now rusty |
And he offers you game in exchange for shelter |
And songs in exchange for shelter |
And you hate to see another foreigner like that first |
Making you believe that he has left the game |
And while he hides an ace you notice |
A road winding like smoke through the snow |
And suddenly you feel like you're getting old |
You tell him that he can come in, but you hear something |
And when you turn you see the door open and nobody in it |
It's by the window and you have nothing to fear |
It's you, my love, you are the foreigner |
You my love, the only foreigner |
I wanted to wait, I knew I'd find you on this train |
It's time to go get another |
Please understand I never had a plan |
To get to this site or any other |
And when he talks to you like that you don't know what he means |
Tomorrow we can stay under the bridge |
Or by the sea that stretches into infinity |
And get into the sleeping car leaving the platform empty |
And you understand that he was never sincere |
That he was not that foreigner |
And you say, "ok, under the bridge is perfect." |
And when picking up the joker he forgot |
You discover that he has not left you much more than anything |
He like any player retired |
Tired of waiting for an even higher card |
Like Saint Joseph looking for a manger |
Like Saint Joseph looking for a manger |
And one day with serenity he tells you that |
His will was weakened by your love and your shelter |
He'll take an old train schedule out of his wallet |
And he will say: "I told you when I arrived that he was a foreigner |
I told you when I arrived that he was a foreigner |
I told you when I arrived that he was a foreigner |
I told you when I arrived that he was a foreigner |
(With all due respect Mr. Cohen) |