Steemit openmic week 115. ¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril? Joaquin Sabina/ version by @orlandogonzalez

Hola amigos steemians!

Esta, en conclusión, es una de sus canciones más significativas. Sin otro particular, aquí se las dejo!

Esta es la letra, si quieren acompañarme cantando:

En la posada del fracaso
Donde no hay consuelo ni ascensor
El desamparo y la humedad
Comparten colchón
Y cuando por la calle pasa
La vida como un huracán
El hombre del traje gris
Saca un sucio calendario del bolsillo
Y grita
Quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Cómo pudo sucederme a mí
Quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Lo guardaba en el cajón
Donde guardo el corazón
La chica de bup casi todas
Las asignaturas suspendió
El curso que preñada
Aquel chaval la dejó
Y cuando en la pizarra pasa
Lista el profe de latín
Lágrimas de desamor
Ruedan por las páginas de un bloc
Y en el escribe
Quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Cómo pudo sucederme a mí
Pero, quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Lo guardaba en el cajón
Donde guardo el corazón
El marido de mi madre
En el último tren se marchó
Con una peluquera
Veinte años menor
Y cuando exhiben esas risas
De instamatic en parís
Derrotada en el sillón
Se marchita viendo falconcrest
Mi vieja, y piensa,
Quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Cómo pudo sucederme a mí
Quién me ha robado el mes de abril
Lo guardaba en el cajón
Donde guardo el corazón.

Link de la canción (Original)

Hello steemians friends!
Once again we meet through this contest to share our music.
In this opportunity I have brought my version of the song of the singer-songwriter Joaquín Sabina. This song belongs to album "The man in the gray suit", released in 1988.
In this sixth studio album, Sabina had the executive production of his old friend Pancho Varona, who had also participated in the production of his previous album. Another collaborator who participated in the production of this album was Antonio García de Diego, who would also intervene in Sabina's future albums. After the resounding success of "Hotel Sweet Hotel", the artist began to follow the creative direction taken by that album and began to write songs more intensely. Pancho Varona and Sabina went to the Portuguese island of Madeira to find inspiration for their new songs, but disappointed by the general atmosphere in that place, which prevented them from starting work, they decided to go to Las Palmas. There the production of this album began to flow and they returned to Madrid with the songs "Kisses on the forehead" ("Kisses on the forehead") and "Eva taking the sun" (Eva taking a sunbath) already composed. The remaining songs of the recording were written in some obscure bars of Madrid that the singer has never revealed.
In this acoustic version, I wanted to vary a bit and use, for the second time, in my interventions the flute (something that is not shown in the video due to technical problems with the camera).
I thank @christopherb for the sound in which he gave depth to the flute and for the making of the video, to @esthersanchez for his support through his voice. I also extend my thanks to the people in charge of organizing this contest @luzcypher and @pfunk, to the judges @soundlegion, @krystle, @ verbal-d, @ passion-ground, and @meno and also to those who intervene supporting our work: @ausbitbank, @isaria, @aggroed, @andybets, @curie, @cervantes.

And this is the translation of the song!

In the inn of failure
Where there is no comfort or lift
Helplessness and humidity
They share a mattress
And when the street passes
Life as a hurricane
The man in the gray suit
Take out a dirty calendar from your pocket
And screams
Who has stolen the month of April
How could this happen to me
Who has stolen the month of April
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep the heart
The girl from bup almost all
Subjects suspended
The course that pregnant
That kid left her
And when on the blackboard happens
List the Latin teacher
Tears of heartbreak
They roll through the pages of a notebook
And in the writes
Who has stolen the month of April
How could this happen to me
But who has stolen the month of April
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep the heart
My Mother's husband
On the last train he left
With a hairdresser
Twenty years younger
And when they exhibit those laughs
From instamatic in paris
Defeated in the armchair
It withers seeing falconcrest
My old woman, and think,
Who has stolen the month of April
How could this happen to me
Who has stolen the month of April
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep the heart.