Lyrics and translation Braulio - Boda en el Asilo

Boda en el Asilo

Voy a contar una historia real que ocurrio unos años atras
Me llego a enternecer el poder comprobar
Que no es tarde jamas para amar
En el asilo de aquella ciudad
Se armo un rebuelo anormal
Porque el amor alli se quizo parar
Eran dos viejos cansados de ser una carga familiar
Y de esperar a esa visita habitual
Ella era viuda de un militar, arrugadita y gentil
Y el a su edad, un pollo muy tieso y viril.
Una tarde en una funcion recordaron hasta el rigodon
Y alli nacio aquella extraña pasion
La nostalgia de la juventud,
Les envuelve con dalubio azul.
Porque al bailar, creyeron tener otra edad
Luego al final cuando el baile acabo
Repararon en su condicion aunque algo cambio
Pues en un tiempo los dos habian vuelto a sentir el amor
La superiora se escandalizo y a voz en cuello grito
"Que va a pasar, con tanto gerovital?"
Los familiares dijeron que no, que era un capricho senil
Que ya no estan, para esos trotes divil
Pero el asilo se confabulo al grito de libertad
Y como no, la boda fue el feliz final
Una tarde en una funcion recordaron hasta el rigodon
Y alli nacio aquella extraña pasion
La nostalgia de la juventud, les envuelve con danubio azul.
Porque al bailar, creyeron tener otra edad
Bailen viejos, Bailen!
Porque el que baila nunca muere
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Wedding In The Rest Home

I'm going to tell you a true story that happened a few years ago
It touched me to witness
That it's never too late to find love.
In the rest home in that city
There was an unusual fuss
Because love had found its way there.
They were two old people, tired of being a burden to their families
And waiting for that usual visit.
She was the widow of a military man, wrinkled and gentle
And he, at his age, was still a very tough and virile rooster.
One afternoon at a function they remembered all the dances
And there that strange passion was born.
The nostalgia of youth
Enveloped them in a blue Danube.
Because when they danced, they felt like they were young again.
Then when the dance was over
They realized their condition, although something had changed
Because they had both felt love again.
The mother superior was scandalized and shouted out loud
"What's going to happen with so much geriatric medicine?"
The relatives said no, that it was a senile whim
That they were no longer up to such devilish pranks.
But the rest home conspired in the cry for freedom
And of course, the wedding was the happy ending.
One afternoon at a function, they remembered all the dances
And there that strange passion was born.
The nostalgia of youth enveloped them in a blue Danube.
Because when they danced, they felt like they were young again.
Dance, old people, dance!
Because those who dance never die.
End