A truly wonderful and inspiring song. The piano is always unbeatable when it comes to conveying the musician's emotions.

Always a treat to find your talent on here! 10

A universe of consistently high quality and exquisite subtlety.

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Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when half in a dream he heard something
in silence he went to the window
and on the street he found no one.

But at the door he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with pain and heartbreak
"mother dies and wants to see you."

For a moment he doubts what to do
but immediately makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it is thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it has been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was only a boy
the inheritances had already separated them.

When he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what is happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep inside him
he feels rage and wants to cry
and something inside him that drags him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room
he looks for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
he says to her “hello, mother, it's me”

When he sees her take his hand
trying to smile
he feels that everything is ending
but he is happy to see her happy.

When he sees her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment and hatred.

“Calm down, son: nobody, nobody is perfect
and we all make mistakes”
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto

Rock ballad song by John Hardman
Vocals Guitars Keys JH
Drums Mike Charlton

(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

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There’s always a way — even if it’s messy, loud, and pisses people off.
Let ’em talk. Do your thing — otherwise you’ll get funked up.

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