Juguete de Amor

Last night I felt cold and fell out of love a little.
Last night I felt cold and became a poet.
Last night, while my flesh froze
and my soul hid in my body,
I saw how my love for you
was a toy already out of fashion that was worthless now.

At any dawn they will throw
the old toy of my love into a garbage cart,
and getting lost in bitter loneliness
it will hear the carter beating his mule
who gives everything for a bit of straw
and sometimes, wrinkled grapes.

And I'll be there where nothing is worth anything
until one day a sweet little gypsy girl,
with snot and freckles on her face,
cleans with her greasy sleeve
the dirt that society stuck to my soul;
and I'll be a shiny toy of love and joy again.

What does it matter if you deceive me if then you smile at me!
What does it matter to be a poet or be trash!
Last night I felt cold in body and soul...
Last night I felt cold and my freedom of love was frozen.