Duncan Dhu - Una Calle De Paris
Una calle de paris
No es tan solo todo lo que alli perdi
Una puesta al corazon
Nunca fue del si solo lo que da tu honor
Y ahora hay una habitacion
Con un cuadro y un colchon
Una calle de paris
Su recuerdo todo lo que concebi
El adios de una mujer
Se llevo la paga, el vino y el placer
Y en mi vieja habitacion
Hay cortinas para que no entre el sol
No entre el sol
La noche se llevo
Los cuadros, la cordura y la fe
Y nunca mas se vio
Salir ningun color de mi pincel
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Con tu sonrisa y nunca acabe
Quedo en la habitacion,
Y nunca mas se vio
Una calle de paris
Su recuerdo todo aquello que no fui
El final de una ilusion
En la noche en que paris se estremecio
Y ahora hay una habitacion
Con un cuadro y un colchon
Una calle de paris
Su recuerdo todo lo que concebi
El adios de una mujer
Se llevo la paga, el vino y el placer
Y en mi vieja habitacion
Hay cortinas para que no entre el sol
No entre el sol
No entre el sol
No entre el sol
Duncan Dhu - A Street in Paris (English translation)
A street in Paris.
It's not only money what I lost there.
A gamble with my heart;
don't play games if all you have left is your honour.
And now there is a room
with a painting and a mattress.
A street in Paris.
Its memory is all I got;
a woman's farewell;
she took the money, the wine and the pleasure.
And in my old room
there are curtains so sunlight doesn't come in,
sunlight doesn't come in.
The night took
the paintings, my sanity and my faith,
and it was never seen again
a single colour leaving my paintbrush.
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with your smile and never finished
was left in the room
and was never seen again.
A street in Paris
reminds me of everything I wasn't;
the end of a dream
at the night Paris trembled.
And now there is a room
with a painting and a mattress.
A street in Paris.
Its memory is all I got;
a woman's farewell;
she took the money, the wine and the pleasure.
And in my old room
there are curtains so sunlight doesn't come in...
sunlight doesn't come in...
sunlight doesn't come in...
sunlight doesn't come in.