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Uncle Alberto

He could have been a gypsy or a country man
 
Or an aristocrat from yesterday
 
He lost his scepter of gold and his crown.
 
He walks on good and evil
 
With the cadence of his waltz,
 
Half judgment and half mocking grin.
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
He sampled all the wines,
 
He went through a thousand roads
 
And docked from port to port.
 
Between rags and riches,
 
Between lies and promises,
 
He still knows how to smile.
 
Uncle Alberto.
 
He gives everything that he can give,
 
His house is an open place.
 
Whoever wants to enter, has a meal on the table.
 
But he doesn't change your sky for
 
The Order of the Legion of Honor
 
That the French Republic gave him.
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
He still trembles with the motors,
 
The girls and the flowers,
 
With Vivaldi and the Flamenco.
 
He has the tenderness of a child
 
And the craziness of a poet
 
And he still believes in love.
 
Uncle Alberto.
 
For you he waltzes in D-flat
 
Thankful for the warm sunlight
 
Of this autumn that you made springtime.
 
The cup of my youth,
 
I raise it to your health,
 
King of the country of dreams and chimeras.
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
Uncle Alberto . . .
 
What luck you have "dirty guy".
 
At the end of the road
 
Awaited you the fresh shade
 
Of a sweet skin twenty years old
 
Where you can forget the deceptions
 
Of ten lustra of love,
 
Uncle Alberto.
 
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Tío Alberto

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lazydaisylazydaisy    الأربعاء, 02/01/2019 - 14:37

Original lyrics have been split into stanzas, you might want to check your translation for updates :)