Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Procol Harum - Un tono más blanco de palidez (Испанский перевод)
Nos saltamos el fandango ligero,
dimos volteretas a través del suelo.
Yo me sentía mareado
pero la muchedumbre pedía más.
La habitación zumbaba cada vez más alto
mientras el techo volaba por los aires.
Cuando pedimos otra bebida,
el camarero trajo una bandeja.
(Estribillo)
Y fue así que más tarde,
mientras el molinero contaba su relato
que su cara, al principio sólo cadavérica
se volvió de un tono más blanco de palidez.
Dijo, "No hay ningún motivo
y la verdad está más que clara".
Pero vagabundee por mi baraja
y no la dejé ser
una de dieciséis vírgenes vestales
que partían hacia la costa.Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale - http://ru.motolyrics.com/procol-harum/a-whiter-shade-of-pale-lyrics-spanish-translation.html
Y aunque mis ojos están abiertos
hubiese dado igual que estuviesen cerrados.
(Estribillo)
Dijo, "He venido a casa de permiso",
aunque en realidad estábamos en el mar
así que la cogí por el catalejo
y la obligué a estar de acuerdo
diciendo "Debes de ser la sirena
que se llevó a Neptuno a dar una vuelta"
Pero me sonrió tan tristemente
que mi enfado murió al instante.
(Estribillo)
Si la música es el alimento de la vida
entonces la risa es su reina.
De igual forma, si detrás es delante
entonces el polvo en realidad está limpio.
Mi boca para entonces ya estaba como el cartón
pareció deslizarse directamente hasta mi cabeza
así que hicimos un picado ahí mismo
y atacamos el lecho marino.
(Estribillo x2)