La Rumba Del Piano

Fito: - Here again?
Another: - Well... I'm coming... you told me!
Fito: - I didn't tell you anything.
Another: - You spoke to me...
Fito: - Uh... haha... you're crazy, huh
Another: - You... had... You had...
Fito: - the little piano rumba
Another: - eh, a little piano, you had!
Fito: - of course!
Another: - and where is it?
Fito: - listen
Another: - wow, man, that's great!

Brother of solitude, here we are today
Under this ruby light, among these new people
Today I want to sing to you, wood that speaks for me
Mix of mare and divan, refuge, tongue, and rifle
And if they applaud me, they applaud you too
And if I fall once, your honor falls too
And since we talk about love, brushes and coins
Why don't we talk about you, little black and white body
Your four legs ask for a party, so we have to give it to them, oh!
The air is getting warmer, asking for more and more
Of course, here comes the piano rumba
Of course, rumba mama
Of course, of course, of course, here comes the piano rumba
Of course, of course, of course, rumba mama

My piano knows about me, about cigarettes that burn
About cables, whores, and God, and about these people who wait
The other day I saw it running after its love
A blue pianola. Very old, adult, and voiceless
And it opens like a flower to a subtle chord
And closes its heart if I abandon it in April
My piano is a bit of me, I am a bit of it
Brothers in prison, traveling on a carousel
Your four legs ask for a party, so we have to give it to them, oh!

I only ask you for a bit of air to breathe
And let that melody in...

Of course, here comes the piano rumba
Of course, rumba rumba mama
Of course, of course, of course, here comes the piano rumba
Of course, of course, of course
Rumba mama