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Tom Waits - Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You


Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, there's people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
You'd like some some company,
Well I've had two, I look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.


Espero no enamorarme de ti
Porque enamorarme me hace sentir deprimido
Bueno, la música suena y me muestras tu corazón para que lo vea
Tengo una cerveza y ahora oigo como estás llamándome
Y yo espero no enamorarme de ti

El garito esta lleno, hay gente por todas partes
Y me pregunto si debería ofrecerte esta silla
Bueno, para sentarte junto a este viejo payaso, tendremos que cambiar ese ceño
Creo que podremos hacerlo antes de que la tarde desaparezca,
Y espero no enamorarme de ti

Puedo ver que eres una solitaria como yo,
Empieza a ser tarde y a ti te gustaría algo de compañía
Bien, estamos los dos, te miro a ti y tú me devuelves la mirada
El tipo que estaba a tu lado se ha ido, la silla junto a ti está libre
Y espero que no te enamores de mí
Espero que no te enamores de mí

Es la hora de cerrar, la música va apagándose
Se piden las últimas copas y creo que pediré otra cerveza
Me doy la vuelta para mirarte, y no te veo por ninguna parte
Busco por todo el bar el rostro que he perdido, y se que me tomaré otra más
Y creo que me acabo de enamorar de ti.

Joan Manuel Serrat, el trovador del amor.