Текст и перевод песни Lucia Perez - Probablemente

Probablemente

Le conocí en un banco de estacion,
Dos horas antes de amanecer,
La luna ya tomaba el ultimo trago,
Antes de irse a dormir.
Todo parecia normal,
Hasta unos versos me brindo,
Aquel poeta con la pluma desgastada de escribir,
Tantas cosas al amor.

Probablemente los tienes de mi falda,
Se ha descrito el final de esta historia,
Que empezaba con rayos de sol
Y con nubes negras ya se ha acaba.
Probablemente tu te habras pensado
Que las musas se escriben por encargo,
Por que las cartas del viejo trobador,
Siguen durmiendo versos de un rock and roll.

Hoy la final que aquel bohemio me escribio,
El estribillo de esta cancion,
Es muy probable que no lo vuelva a ver,
Pues con sus sombras se largo.
Todo habia sido normal,
Pero se dedico a buscar,
En los vertices del viento aquellas rimas
Que Jhon Lenon, nunca pudo terminar.

Probablemente los tienes de mi falda,
Se ha descrito el final de esta historia,
Que empezaba con rayos de sol
Y con nubes negras ya se ha acaba.
Probablemente tu te habras pensado
Que las musas se escriben por encargo,
Por que las cartas del viejo trobador,
Siguen durmiendo versos de un rock and roll.

Probably

I met him on a park bench,
Two hours before dawn,
The moon was taking its last sip,
Before going to sleep.
Everything seemed normal,
Until some verses he offered me,
That poet with a pen worn out from writing,
So many things about love.

You probably have them on my skirt,
The ending of this story has been described,
That began with rays of sun
And with dark clouds it has already ended.
You probably thought
That muses are written to order,
Because the letters of the old troubadour,
Continue to sleep verses of a rock and roll.

Today the ending that bohemian wrote me,
The refrain of this song,
It's very likely that I'll never see him again,
Because he's gone with his shadows.
It had all been normal,
But he decided to look,
In the vertices of the wind those rhymes
That John Lennon could never finish.

You probably have them on my skirt,
The ending of this story has been described,
That began with rays of sun
And with dark clouds it has already ended.
You probably thought
That muses are written to order,
Because the letters of the old troubadour,
Continue to sleep verses of a rock and roll.