Blues de la Piedad - Pedro Aznar

Ahora voy a cantar para los miserables

Que andan por la vida derrotados

Para esas semillas mal plantadas

Que ya nacen con cara de abortadas

Para esa gente de alma bien pequeña

Revolviendo pequeños problemas

Siempre queriendo lo que no pueden tener

Para quien ve la luz y no ilumina sus mini certezas

Vive contando dinero y no cambia cuando es luna llena

Para quien no sabe amar

Vive esperando a alguien que quepa en sus sueños

Como unas várices aumentando

Como insectos rondando la lámpara

Vamos a pedir piedad, Señor, piedad

Para esa gente careta y cobarde

Vamos a pedir piedad, Señor, piedad

Dales grandeza y un poco de coraje

Quiero cantar para la gente débil

Que está en el mundo perdiéndose el viaje

Quiero cantar los blues con pastor y con bombo en la plaza

Vamos a pedir piedad

Que hay un incendio y esta lluvia que no moja nada

Somos iguales en desgracia

Vení a cantar este blues de la piedad

Now I'm going to sing for the miserable

Who walk through life defeated

For those poorly planted seeds

That are already born with the face of aborted

For those people with very small souls

Stirring up little problems

Always wanting what they can't have

For those who see the light and do not illuminate their mini-certainties

He lives by counting money and it doesn't change when it's a full moon

For those who do not know how to love

He lives waiting for someone who fits into his dreams

Like varicose veins increasing

Like insects around the lamp

Let's ask for mercy, Lord, mercy

For those careless and cowardly people

Let's ask for mercy, Lord, mercy

Give them greatness and a little courage

I want to sing for weak people

Who is in the world missing the trip

I want to sing the blues with a pastor and with a drum in the square

let's ask for mercy

That there is a fire and this rain that does not wet anything

We are the same in disgrace

Come sing this blues of mercy