callate niña - Jeanette

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He "Son can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes,
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
when I wore a younger man's clothes."
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drink for free
And he's quick with a joke
or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He "Bill, I believe this is killing me,"
as the smile ran away from his face,
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
if I could get out of this place."
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davey
who's still in the Navy
and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
as the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
and the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me
they've been coming to see
to forget about life for awhile
And the piano sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
and "Man, what are you doing here?"
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alright
La la di di da
la la di di da
da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
We're all in the mood for a melody
and you've got us feeling alrightEsta es la historia de un sábadode no importa que mesy de un hombre sentado al pianoy no importa lo viejo que es.Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manosapestando entre humo y sudory se agarra a su tabla de náufragovolviendo a su eterna canción.Cada vez que el espejo de la paredle devuelve más joven la pielse le encienden los ojos y su niñezviene a tocar junto a él.Toca otra vez, viejo perdedorhaces que me sienta bien.Es tan triste la noche que tu canciónsabe a derrota y a hiel.Pero siempre hay borrachos con babasel más joven maestro al pianovencido por una mujer.Ella siempre temió echar raícesque pudieran sus alas cortary en la jaula metida la vida se ibay quiso sus alas robar.No lamenta que dé‚ malos pasosaunque nunca desea su malpero a ratos, con furia, golpea el pianoy hay algunos que le han visto llorar.Toca otra vez, viejo perdedorhaces que me sienta bien.Es tan triste la noche que tu canciónsabe a derrota y a hiel.El micrófono huele a cervezay el calor se podría cortar.Solitarios, oscuros, buscando parejaapurándose un sábado más.Hay un hombre aferrado al pianola emoción empapada en alcoholy una voz que le dice "pareces cansado"y aún no ha salido ni el sol.Toca otra vez, viejo perdedorhaces que me sienta bien.Es tan triste la noche que tu canción~295 seconds