Текст и перевод песни Bill Evans Trio - You And The Night And The Music - Live

You And The Night And The Music - Live

Colabos con Kandinsky
Bailale a Paul Van,
Con los cines de Tchaikovsky,
Tú estás huyendo como Trotsky,
Ella tan novia a la fuga,
Yo tan humphrey bogart.
Pero padre, perdona mis pecados,
En la vida habiamos estado tan unidos,
Me di la espalda a mi mismo,
No se llama egoísmo, se llama estar perdido.
Siguiendo su perfume en el camino,
One love pa los que están conmigo,
No es un riesgo, y si lo es lo asumimos.
(Avant Garde)
Con un punzón estoy escribiendo en brayle,
Mientras tus dedos sin contacto tocan aire,
Por el final feliz no justifico el baile,
Mil vueltas a lo mismo nunca hará que cambie.
Quiero cruzar el umbral de esa puerta que me abre otro mundo a otra dimensión,
Quiero sentirte detrás con tus ojos cerrado sin miedo a la dirección,
Saber que eres el motivo que resta sentido al camino de otra decepción.
Dame más de lo que pido,
Quiero ver la vanguardia en un gesto sencillo.
Nadie devuelve un favor,
Me hacía al tonto por darle perdón,
Me hacía el duro por darle emoción,
Me dijo de volver pero no era no mejor.
Maldita caprichosa, te regalaba sacrificios como ai fueras mi diosa,
Como si fuese mi ama, y tenía mil mujeres esperando en la cama.
Tengo al Universo nivelándome el karma,
Lo hace en secreto como Iniciativa Dharma.
Separo problemas de tu ubicación, éramos leyenda sin su puta opinión.
Ningún raper al que yo le haya pedido un pito,
Lo que se ahorra me lo gasto en sus caprichos,
No me lo pongo pero lo tengo,
Ya no pillo, sólo retiro,
No es verdad aunque lo digan los libros,
Dios ha muerto, como Cupido.
Pónmelo fácil que estoy harto de currar,
Somos de la época de Pastis and Buenri,
Via con Me, Paolo Conte
Veo los rebaño pero no veo a los pastores,
Luis Menotti y Johan Cruyff, profesores,
E tu latido pero no tuve cojones.

You And The Night And The Music - Live

Collaborations with Kandinsky
Dance to Paul Van,
With Tchaikovsky's cinemas,
You are fleeing like Trotsky,
She is a runaway bride,
I am so Humphrey Bogart.
But father, forgive my sins,
In life we had been so united,
I turned my back on myself,
It's not called selfishness, it's called being lost.
Following her perfume on the road,
One love for those who are with me,
It's not a risk, and if it is, we take it.
(Avant Garde)
With an awl I am writing in braille,
While your contactless fingers touch the air,
For the happy ending I do not justify the dance,
A thousand turns of the same thing will never make it change.
I want to cross the threshold of that door that opens another world to another dimension,
I want to feel you behind you with your eyes closed without fear of direction,
Knowing that you are the reason that gives meaning to the path of another disappointment.
Give me more than I ask for,
I want to see the avant-garde in a simple gesture.
No one returns a favor,
I played the fool to give him forgiveness,
I played tough to give him emotion,
She told me to come back but it was no better.
Damn capricious, I gave you sacrifices as if you were my goddess,
As if you were my mistress, and I had a thousand women waiting in bed.
I have the Universe leveling my karma,
He does it in secret like the Dharma Initiative.
I separate problems from your location, we were a legend without their fucking opinion.
No rapper I've ever asked for a joint,
What I save I spend on their whims,
I don't take it but I have it,
No more catching, only withdrawing,
It's not true even though the books say it,
God is dead, like Cupid.
Make it easy on me, I'm tired of working,
We are from the time of Pastis and Buenri,
Travel with me, Paolo Conte
I see the herds but I don't see the shepherds,
Luis Menotti and Johan Cruyff, teachers,
And your heartbeat but I didn't have the balls.