Milonga del desdichado
Alfredo Zitarrosa
Misery's Milonga
(Milonga)
I know there's a path
That I never knew,
Where they're waiting for me
A shack, a woman, and a kid.
A little path with its sand,
Paradise and bienteví,
To walk at a leisurely pace,
To embrace it happily.
With its blushing roughness
Of things from Macachín
And scissors that cut
The curly hair from the (unintelligible)
I know there's a path
That I never knew...
Already whitening the hair,
The beard turning gray,
Known in a hundred places
And knowledgeable of a thousand.
Passes by the owl
In the unhappy alley,
Reveals a cemetery,
White as a jasmine.
He lights a cigarette
With viper's weed,
Greets people in a cart,
A man and a little boy.
And he says, convinced,
I could walk like this,
Because only the miserable
Are those who could foresee
That another life was waiting
And lost it along the way.
I know there's a path
That I never knew,
Where they're waiting for me
A shack, a woman, and a kid.
