O piano (gl – en)

Foi necesaria esta tormenta

Que me parteu os ósos da alma

Para soltar a cinza que os puños apertaban

E relaxar os músculos da queixada

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Uns afiados acordes de piano

Viñeron enganchar a alma

Feita un nobelo no centro do peito

Arrastrárona ao sol, bañárona nos doces 

Pétalos brancos da ameixeira

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The piano

This storm was necessary 

that broke the bones of my soul

To release the ashes that my fists were clenching

And relax the muscles of my jaw

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A few sharp piano chords

Came to hook my soul

Curled up in the center of my chest

They dragged it to the sun, bathed it in the sweet

White petals of the plum tree