Lyrics and translation Mocedades - Dieron Las Doce

Dieron Las Doce

Dieron las doce en su mirada
Con la alborada yo le dejé
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Con la alborada yo le dejé
El abrazado a su melodía yo a mi silencio pensando en él.
El abrazado a su melodía yo a mi silencio pensando en él.
Era tan grande como su orgullo
Pero pequeño, tierno a la vez.
Yo le temía por su grandeza
Pero adoraba su pequeñez.
Yo le temía por su grandeza
Pero adoraba su pequeñez.
Ese poeta sentado al piano cuerpo encorvado, entré y lo ví
Dice llamarse Ludwing Van Beethoven, dejadlo el solo quiere escribir.
Dice llamarse Ludwing Van Beethoven, dejadlo el solo quiere escribir.
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Dieron las doce en su mirada
Dieron las doce en su mirada

It Struck Twelve

It struck twelve on her face
I left her in the early morning
It struck twelve on her face
I left her in the early morning
He was in love with melodies, I with my silence thinking of him.
He was in love with melodies, I with my silence thinking of him.
He was as big as his pride
But small, tender at the same time.
I was afraid of him because of his greatness
But I adored his smallness.
I was afraid of him because of his greatness
But I adored his smallness.
This poet sitting at the piano hunched over, I came in and saw him
He says his name is Ludwig Van Beethoven, leave him alone he just wants to write.
He says his name is Ludwig Van Beethoven, leave him alone he just wants to write.
It struck twelve on her face
It struck twelve on her face
It struck twelve on her face
It struck twelve on her face
It struck twelve on her face
It struck twelve on her face