Vieja Recova

The other night as I was
Stumbling like a drunk
Step by step, alone and sad
Walking through the sidewalk
I felt the edge of a sorrow
That from the left side
Insisted, treacherous
On slashing my heart

Among pitiful rags
A poor beggar
Sobbing her misfortunes
Approached me
And as I threw her some coins
To the poor beggar
I saw her ashamed face
Covered with her hands

Old flea market
Cornered by her life
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
Dealt her a tough hand
The tables turned
Old age defeated her
Old flea market
If you could see, so much pain

I have seen her, when young
Weaving fantasies
With her dreams of high flight
And her nights of champagne
Poor thing, who would have thought
The endings of her life
And the tragic alms
Shameful that they give her today

I walked away, old flea market
From her side. Can you imagine
Friend from other times
How much pain I felt
What was once greatness
Today showed only ruins
And to some stubborn tears
I couldn't deny them

Old flea market
Cornered by her life
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
Dealt her a tough hand
The tables turned
Old age defeated her
Old flea market
If you could see, so much pain