Siga El Corso
Carlos Gardel
Follow the Parade
That Colombina put in her dark circles
Smoke from the bonfire of her heart,
That marquise of crazy laughter
Painted her lips to kiss a clown.
She crosses from the stage to the car
Nervous and delicate streamer
Like a picturesque brooch on the carnival night
I want to meet you, know where you're going.
Cheerful little mask, shouting at me as you pass by:
'Who am I?, Where am I going?', 'Goodbye... Goodbye... Goodbye...'
'I am the mysterious little woman of your desire.'
Don't pretend your voice anymore, down with the mask
Your eyes through the parade, are looking for my anxiety...
Reveal yourself, finally... Your laughter makes me ill
Behind your twists, the whole year is Carnival.
That Colombina with a mocking sound
Blows the horn of a lively lady in organdy...
And between shouts and laughter, beautiful maragata
Swears that passion for me kills her.
Under the funny posters pass the faithful
Of the god Jocundo and they start lighting up
The world with their bells, the carnival...
