Toca para mí - Alejandro Sanz

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

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