Letra 'Talking Back To The Night' de 'Steve Winwood' traducida al español

High above the heat of a summer new york street
an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone
heand's a preacher and a teacher
and he stands up all alone
Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park
a poet in his madness tries to find another line
and heand's losing and heand's using
and he says heand's doing fine
And they look from such a height
that somehow itand's all right
theyand're talking back to the night
itand's all that they can do
talking back to the night
itand's how they make it through
if you listen you can hear them
their voices draw you near them
theyand're talking back to the night for you
Something seems to take every dime the man can make
his dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn
and heand's trying hard to make it
and heand's trying not to burn
Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
she gives him all she has to
and itand's no more than he needs