El Último Organito

The muddy wheels of the last barrel organ
Will come from the afternoon looking for the suburb
With a skinny horse and a lame man and a monkey
And a chorus of girls dressed in calico

With muted steps, it will choose the corner
Where moonlight and store lights mix
So that the pale marchioness and the pale marquis
Can dance waltzes behind the niche

The last barrel organ will go from door to door
Until it finds the house of the dead neighbor
Of that neighbor who grew tired of love
And there it will grind tangos for the blind man to cry
The inconsolable blind man from the verse of Carriego
Who smokes, smokes, and smokes sitting on the doorstep

The last barrel organ will have a white box
And the autumn asthma will shake its sound
And little angel heads will adorn its boards
And the echo of its piano will be like a goodbye

The locked-up brides will greet its absence
Opening the blinds behind its song
And the last barrel organ will get lost in nothingness
And the soul of the suburb will be left voiceless