Текст и перевод песни Jaime Roos - Las Luces Del Estadio - Live Version

Las Luces Del Estadio - Live Version

Todos hemos pasado alguna alborada
Por la puerta del bar donde pasa la vida
Donde a la medianoche reviven fantasmas
Y el poeta a su musa da la bienvenida

Donde las horas pasan m? s tristes que ella
Igual que una mueca de vieja comparsa
Donde vuelve a piantarse la ni? a m? s bella
Dejando perfumes que ahuecan el alma

Cuando llega la hora en que no hay m? s reenganche
Y el gallego bosteza mientras
Cuenta la guita
Quedan tres trasnochados empinando el estribo
Tintineante el c? liz del agua bendita

Todo est? terminando, sin embargo los tipos
Se prenden al m? rmol, eterno testigo
Discuten, se abrazan, recuerdan, sonr? en
Es simple junarlos, son viejos amigos

Uno tiene en los ojos el humo del billar
Otro a las ilusiones se las llev? el remate
El tercero es el? nico que se dice normal
Justo? l que ha vivido cuidando un empate

Agoniza la noche, se anuncia el maldito
El mozo le baldea
Las patas al escabio
Y uno de los tres bate al ver que est? aclarando
"? Aguanten, che!, son solo... las luces del estadio"

Lights of the Stadium - Live Version

We've all spent a morning or two
At the door of the bar where life passes by
Where at midnight ghosts come alive
And the poet welcomes his muse

Where the hours pass by sadder than she
Like the grimace of an old carnival
Where the most beautiful girl comes back to play
Leaving behind perfumes that haunt the soul

When the time comes when there's no more time
And the bartender yawns as he
Counts the money
There are three night owls left, raising their glasses
The chalice of holy water tinkling

It's all ending, but the guys
Cling to the marble, eternal witness
They argue, they hug, they remember, they smile
It's easy to join them, they're old friends

One has the smoke of the pool hall in his eyes
Another had his dreams taken away by the auction
The third is the only one who calls himself normal
The one who has lived his life looking for a tie

The night is dying, the dawn is coming
The waiter mops the floor
The legs of the stool
And one of the three shouts when he sees that it's getting light
"? Hold on, man!, it's just... the lights of the stadium"