Desaforos

Someone told me
That you don't want me
And that you even utter outrages towards me
I am amazed to bother you like this
I never thought
That you would think of me

We never drank
From the same stream
I'm just a mulatto who plays boleros
I find it hard to believe that mere Iero-Ieros of a singer
Could cause you
Such displeasure

I see you strolling down the avenue
Like a lady
Flourishing in a nursery
And in salons I've never seen
I will be the first to doubt
That in idle hours
Your delicate lips
Cursing around

I hear it said, but
It must be a lie
I don't even believe your anger deserves it
Or that you turn your head to see in the dark
A vagabond like me