Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

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 oir
quiero formar parte de tu locura
pondremos nuestras almas de partitura.
Toca para mí, yo te quiero oir
y que el último latido de tu corazón
sea una rosa que brota de la última nota.
Hay gente que ríe al verle, con su pajarita verde
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.
Toca para mí, yo te quiero oir
quiero formar parte de tu locura
pondremos nuestras almas de partitura.
Toca para mí, yo te quiero oir
y que el último latido de tu corazón
sea una rosa que brota de la última nota.
Toca para mí, yo te quiero oir
quiero formar parte de tu locura

pondremos nuestras almas de partitura.
Toca para mí...

As each evening is
in the park to play
his old and tired instrument.
In the same sitting Bank
a blanket on the floor by his side
willing to give the bright side
and although already come unless
gave me a ballad just for a look.
From his years of experience
thousand anecdotes she tells me
I believe that Finjan
I like to see him happy
counting adventures and believe to be a violin.
He plays for me, I love you hear

I want to be part of your madness
´ll score of our souls.
He plays for me, I love you hear
and that the last beat of your heart
is a rose that springs from the last note.
Many people laugh to see him, with his green bow tie
their pants and Roide
and some flowers that had caught
adorning a shirt
he has sewn very quickly.
The loco master touch
with a sweetness crazy
and poses a dove, in their rubber shoes
no one laughs, no one speaks, those who made fun of you.
It will lie and spoke of how hard it is the table
I have already stopped pretending, I do not want to see him suffer

counting adventures and believe to be a violin.
He plays for me, I love you hear
I want to be part of your madness
´ll score of our souls.
He plays for me, I love you hear
and that the last beat of your heart
is a rose that springs from the last note.
He plays for me, I love you hear
I want to be part of your madness
´ll score of our souls.
He plays for me ...