Señor Cochero - Sandro

Ya se acerca una carroza

Blanco puro es su color

Blanco puro, rojo sangre

Y el cochero es el amor

Dígame señor cochero

Es verdad que viene aquí

Hace tanto que la espero

¿porque calla?

¿no es así?

Señor cochero por favor,… Quiero que hable

No ve que desespero y puedo enloquecer

Su rostro no lo veo, la niebla lo confunde

Su gesto… su gesto no lo entiendo

No, no puedo comprender

¿Sabe?

Mi vida fue un lucha

De tristes desengaños de duro proceder

Me queda la esperanza que usted,

Señor Cochero me traiga en su carroza

Las cosas que he soñado

Amor, ternura alivio o

Un nombre de mujer

Ya ha llegado la carroza

Y sus puertas voy a abrir

Pero tengo tanto miedo

Que mi dicha no esté allí

Ya se aleja una carroza

Negro oscuro es su color

El amor faltó a la cita

Y el cochero es el dolor

Adiós señor cochero… adiós

A carriage is already approaching

Pure white is his color

pure white, blood red

And the coachman is love

tell me sir coachman

It is true that it comes here

She has been waiting for her for so long

Why is she silent?

It is not like this?

Coachman, please… I want you to speak

He does not see that I despair and I can go crazy

I don't see his face, the fog confuses him

His gesture of his... his gesture of his I don't understand

No I can't understand

Knows?

my life was a struggle

Of sad disappointments of hard proceeding

I am left with the hope that you,

Mr Coachman bring me in your carriage

The things I've dreamed of

Love, tenderness relief or

a woman's name

The carriage has already arrived

And its doors I will open

but i'm so scared

That my happiness is not there

A carriage is already leaving

dark black is his color

love missed the date

And the coachman is the pain

Goodbye Mr. Coachman… Goodbye