"Son Demasiado"Slow romantic song that gets faster moving from a ballad to a son.A late night romantic song
Today the spell of monotony is broken. The day is a day of celebration. Today everything is joy. Throw the pain aside today it is not big or strong. Let's do a dance singing to life, and this sound. I know it's sound, too much sound. I've seen a woman standing on a quiet corner, silently healing herself in life, with her gaze fixed, with her mind lost, watching the beautiful light of day slip away, and this sound, look what it is, I know it's, it's sure, too much sound. I've seen another woman standing on another corner, this one much younger, well dressed by the way. That woman praying for the day to end so she can seek fortune at night in the cantina, and this sound, look what it is, I know it's, it's sure, too much sound. I have a young friend who is always by my side. From thinking so much, his world has changed. He found relief in nature losing his mind from using it too much, and it's that sound, look what it is, I know it's, it's sure, too much sound. Take it there! Water! Hey, look at the sound, I know it's sound, that's why it heals the wound. I saw a woman standing on a corner with an impatient look, with her mind lost. Oh! Hey, look, the sound, gentleman, hey, it sweetens my life, it sweetens my life. Oh, oh, oh! It's over!
Hoy se rompe el hechizo de la monotonía. El día está de fiesta.
Hoy todo es alegría. Tira el dolor a un lado hoy no es grande ni fuerte.
Hagamos una danza cantándole a la vida, y este son.
Yo sé que es son, demasiado son.
He visto una mujer parada en una esquina
callada silenciosa, curándose en la vida,
con la mirada fija, con la mente perdida,
viendo como se escapa la bella luz del día, y este son,
mira que son, yo sé que son, seguro son, demasiado son.
He visto otra mujer parada en otra esquina,
ésta mucho más joven, por cierto bien vestida.
Esa mujer rogando porque se acabe el día
para buscar fortuna de noche en la cantina, y este son,
mira que son, yo sé que son, seguro son, demasiado son.
Tengo un amigo joven que siempre va a mi lado.
De tanto que pensó, su mundo él ha cambiado.
Alivio el encontró en la naturaleza
perdiendo la cabeza de usarla demasiado,
y es que son, mira que son, yo sé que son, seguro son, demasiado son.
¡Lleva para allá!
¡Agua!
Oye, que mira el son, yo sé que son, por eso cura la herida.
He visto una mujer parada en una esquina
con la vista impaciente, con la mente perdida.
¡Ay!, oye, que mira, que el son caballero,
oye me endulza la vida, me endulza la vida.
¡Ay, ay, ay!
¡Se acabó!