Una canción
Cátulo Castillo
A Song
The glass of alcohol to the end
and in the end your haze, dive bar...
Monotonous and fatal
the accordion envelops me
with a tango steam that makes me sick...
Come on, woman! Repeat your song
with that metallic hoarse voice,
that smells like rum
your calico robe
and tastes like honey
your heart...
A song
that kills my sadness,
that puts me to sleep, that stuns me
and in the cold of this table
you and I: both wasted...
Both wasted
and in the sentimental pain
that the drunkenness gives me
I ask you, darling,
to sing to me like before,
slowly, slowly,
your song one more time...
The harsh misfortune of both of us
takes us to the same path, always the same,
and it's a crazy whirlwind
the wind of your voice
that whistles the torture of the end...
Come on, woman! A little more rum
and close your calico robe
I saw your heart
naked in the glass,
trembling when hearing
that song...
