Текст и перевод песни Teresa Parodi - Elogio Del Musiquero

Elogio Del Musiquero

Qué fina prestancia
La del musiquero
El hombre comanda
Desde su instrumento

La vuelta, la traba
El sentimiento
El giro, la chispa
El zapateo

Lo lleva, lo trae, lo aprieta al pecho
Lo acerca, lo aleja, remonta vuelo
Qué gala, qué gracia, qué flor, qué fuego
Qué lujo, qué estampa, la del musiquero

Los ojos cerrados
Y altivo el gesto
Como para el baile
Inclinado el cuerpo

En las manos mágicas
Del musiquero
El fuelle rezonga
Y se vuelve intenso

Lo lleva, lo trae, lo aprieta al pecho
Lo acerca, lo aleja, remonta vuelo
Qué gala, qué gracia, qué flor, qué fuego
Qué lujo, qué estampa, la del musiquero

Lo lleva, lo trae, lo aprieta al pecho
Lo acerca, lo aleja, remonta vuelo
Qué gala, qué gracia, qué flor, qué fuego
Qué lujo, qué estampa, la del musiquero

Eulogy to the Musician

What fine elegance,
That of the musician.
The man commands
From his instrument.

The turn, the hook,
The feeling,
The twist, the spark,
The footwork.

He holds it, he brings it, he presses it to his chest,
He brings it near, he brings it far, he takes flight.
What elegance, what grace, what flower, what fire,
What luxury, what presence, that of the musician.

His eyes closed,
And his gesture haughty,
As if for the dance,
His body inclined.

In the magical hands
Of the musician,
The bellows grumbles
And becomes intense.

He holds it, he brings it, he presses it to his chest,
He brings it near, he brings it far, he takes flight.
What elegance, what grace, what flower, what fire,
What luxury, what presence, that of the musician.

He holds it, he brings it, he presses it to his chest,
He brings it near, he brings it far, he takes flight.
What elegance, what grace, what flower, what fire,
What luxury, what presence, that of the musician.