Toca para mi (ingles)

As every afternoon it is
In the park to play
Their old and tired instrument.

In the same seated bank
A blanket in the floor to their side
Willing to give the good side
And although he/she already retaliates to less
He/she only gives me a ballad for a look.

Of their years of experience
A thousand anecdotes count me
I fake to believe this way it
I like to see him happy
Counting adventures and believing to be a violin.

He/she plays for me, i want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our score souls.
He/she plays for me, i want to hear you
And that the last tucorazón beat
Be a rose that springs from the last note.

There are people that laughs when doing
Him with their pajarita to see him
Their pants already gnawed
And some flowers that he/she has caught
Adorning a shirt
That it has sewn very quickly.

The crazy mestro plays
With a crazy sweetness
And he/she settles a dove in their rubber shoes
Nobody laughs, nobody speaks, those that made fun of you.
He/she goes leaning back and he/she speaks,
Of the hard thing that it is the chart
I have already stopped to fake,
I don't want to see him suffer
Counting adventures and believing to be a violin.

He/she plays for me, i want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our score souls.
He/she plays for me, i want to hear you
And that the last beat of your heart
Be a rose that springs from the last note.

He/she plays for me, i want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our score souls.
He/she plays for me.
He/she plays for me.