Misa de Once
Carlos Gardel
Eleven O'Clock Mass
Back then you were eighteen springs
I was twenty and the precious treasure of singing
In a stern school you lived as a prisoner
And only on Sundays you went out for a walk
Arm in arm with grandma, you arrived at mass
Graceful and dazzling with youthful grace
And I greeted you with my best smile
Which you responded to with a gentle gesture
Bronze voices
Calling for eleven o'clock mass
How many gallant promises
Sang solemn bells
In the flowery mornings
Of my golden illusion
And I set out into the world
My eagerness for glories and kisses
And all I bring back
Is weariness in my heart
I don't know if it was a sin
To tell you my tenderness
There in front of the divine virgin of Jesus
The truth is that in the world
Path of joys
And along that path
Your love was the light
Today another lip will tell you
The warm and steady
Emotional word
That asks and swears love
While my soul
Sick, hopeless
Sobs at the window
Of the evocative dream
Eleven o'clock mass
I am no longer the one from back then
How many gallant promises
Sang solemn bells
In the flowery mornings
Of my golden illusion
And I set out into the world
My eagerness for glories and kisses
And all I bring back
Is weariness in my heart
