Ya No Duele

Head down to grab a coffee, almost trip and fall
And I feel like, for a moment, I lose faith
I console myself thinking that I no longer take the bait,
I lift my soul from the ground, light a cig,
And I leave this dump holding the cigarette in my hand and think
"Another crack with feet of clay"

Better to play it quiet and never jump on the bandwagon,
I'm hell-bent on finding lost time,
In tight regrets, in penalties almost always poorly kicked
I work for peanuts, I don't want to continue and decide to leave the line
And even though my back can't, and even though my legs hardly want to,
I take a walk to see if it's still raining

No longer hurts the heart
And tonight the wind of pain no longer blows
No longer hurts the heart
And it's a bitter bandoneon that lurks in my song

The glass that stares at me, the people turning the corner,
The puff almost knocks me down and the boardwalk, still empty
Wet ground, traffic jammed
Like a barking dog locked in an unknown trap
The rain that splashes the reddened memory with nostalgia,
Like broken tears, like lost tears
Better weather, honey sky, now that the sun comes out
And starts to warm the skin

No longer hurts the heart
And tonight the wind of pain no longer blows
No longer hurts the heart
And it's a bitter bandoneon that
Lurks in my song, rough cough from smoking so much,
Desire to start walking and stop thinking about flowers
That freeze in a dirty empty vase
In a brown silver river, which I now look at without hurry
I whistle softly, kick the concrete as I think,
Heated up, I bail from work and I bail with reason

No longer hurts the heart and tonight
The wind of pain no longer blows
No longer hurts the heart and it's a bitter
Bandoneon that lurks in my song