Текст и перевод песни Pablo Milanés - Fabelo

Fabelo

Fabelo es un como un duende con penas y alegrías.
La vida le ha sonreído, la vida le ha llorado.

Pero Fabelo
Pinta, y pinta, y pinta.

Lo que pinta Fabelo es tal vez lo que ha llorado
Pero hay una sonrisa detrás que me ha marcado.

Por eso sigue
Y pinta, y pinta, y pinta.

Fabelo siempre quiere que tengan lo que él:
Un poco de pintura, un pincel y un papel.
(Y un lápiz)

Pero Fabelo
Pinta, y pinta, y pinta.

Fabelo pinta algo que es su consagración:
Una ese que es su orgullo y su propio corazón.

Cuando la mira
Pinta, y pinta, y pinta.

Por esto cada día miro mi espejo fiel
Y digo
Cuando yo sea viejo quiero ser como él.

Porque el sigue
Que pinta, y pinta, y pinta.

Fabelo

Fabelo is like an elf with sorrows and joys.
Life has smiled on him, life has wept for him.

But Fabelo
Paints, and paints, and paints.

What Fabelo paints is perhaps what he has cried
But there is a smile behind that has marked me.

That's why he continues
And paints, and paints, and paints.

Fabelo always wants you to have what he has:
A little paint, a brush, and a piece of paper.
(And a pencil)

But Fabelo
Paints, and paints, and paints.

Fabelo paints something that is his consecration:
An S that is his pride and his own heart.

When he looks at it
Paints, and paints, and paints.

That's why every day I look in my faithful mirror
And I say
When I am old I want to be like him.

Because he continues
To paint, and paint, and paint.