Canzoneta
Enrique Lary
Little Song
The Mouth... Alley... Turn of Rocha...
Tavern... Genaro and his accordion...
Little song, gray of absence,
cruel onslaught of old sorrows
hiding in the shadows of the tavern.
Pain of life... Oh mamma mia!...
I have white hair,
and I'm always at this table
clinging to the sadness of alcohol.
When I hear
