Bola De Nieve
Carlos Varela
Snowball
In the dim light of the 'Monseñor'
Every night he played seated at the piano
Drinking rum very late until the morning
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.
In the dim light of the 'Monseñor'
The people listened to Bola
Singing in a Lord's suit
Like his grand piano
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.
One day Bola didn't return
And nothing more was known
Only that he had a strange love
Hidden in the early morning
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.
And when they close the 'Monseñor'
They say something strange happens
A voice is heard through the walls
And the piano keys play by themselves.
"And so I bid you
Good night, good afternoon
Or good morning
And with great pleasure
I was with you today
And who knows on other dates
I may return and with the same pleasure."
