La Hora Del Timbre Lyrics in English Joan Manuel Serrat
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song La Hora Del Timbre by Joan Manuel Serrat from Spanish to English.
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Este hombre del casino provinciano
This provincial casino man
Que vio a Carancha recibir un día,
Who saw Carancha receive one day,
Tiene mustia la piel, el pelo cano,
He has musty skin, gray hair,
Ojos velados por melancolía,
Eyes veiled by melancholy,
Bajo el bigote gris, labios de hastío,
Under the gray mustache, lips of weariness,
Y una triste expresión que no es tristeza,
And a sad expression that is not sadness,
Sino algo más y menos, el vacío
But something more and less, emptiness
Del mundo en la oquedad de su cabeza.
Of the world in the hollowness of his head.
Aún luce de corinto terciopelo
It still looks velvet Corinthian
Chaqueta y pantalón abotinado,
Jacket and pants buttoned,
Y un cordobés color de caramelo
And a caramel-colored Cordovan
Pulido y torneado.
Polishing and turning.
Tres veces heredó y tres ha perdido
Three times he inherited and three times he has lost
Al monte su caudal, dos ha enviudado.
To mount its flow, two has been widowed.
Sólo se anima ante el azar prohibido
It is only encouraged by forbidden chance
Sobre el verde tapete reclinado,
On the green reclining mat,
O al evocar la tarde de un torero,
Or by evoking the afternoon of a bullfighter,
La suerte de un tahúr o si alguien cuenta
The luck of a tahur or if someone counts
La hazaña de un gallardo bandolero,
The feat of a gallant bandit,
O la proeza de un matón, sangrienta.
Or the feat of a bully, bloody.
Bosteza de políticas banales
Yawn of banal policies
Dicterios al gobierno reaccionario
Dictates to the reactionary government
Y augura que vendrán los liberales
And he predicts that the liberals will come.
Cual torna la cigüeña al campanario.
Which turns the stork to the bell tower.
Un poco labrador, del cielo aguarda
A little farmer, from heaven awaits
Y al cielo teme, alguna vez suspira
And to heaven he fears, sometimes sighs
Pensando en su olivar, al cielo mira
Thinking of his olive grove, he looks to heaven
Con ojo inquieto si la lluvia tarda.
With a restless eye if the rain is late.
Lo demás, taciturno, hipocondríaco,
The rest, taciturn, hypochondriac,
Prisionero en la Arcadia del presente,
Prisoner in the Arcadia of the present,
Le aburre, sólo el humo del tabaco
It bores him, only the tobacco smoke
Simula algunas sombras en su frente.
It simulates some shadows on its forehead.
Este hombre no es de ayer, ni es de mañana
This man is not of yesterday, nor is he of tomorrow
Sino de nunca, de la cepa hispana.
But never, of the Hispanic strain.
No es el fruto maduro, ni podrido,
It is not the ripe fruit, nor rotten,
Es una fruta vana
It is a vain fruit
De aquella España que pasó y no ha sido
Of that Spain that happened and has not been
Esa que hoy tiene la cabeza cana
The one that today has a gray head
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