Ese muchacho Troilo

That kid Troilo...
Like the ache of a squeeze box, just like him,
and his great youth made of wrinkles...
Looks like a heart beating in his knees...

That kid Troilo...
I swear he was made in my house
like the bread my mom always baked,
he's got so much love it’s bursting out of his pockets!

Why dig back into the past
with a crystal ball, when he’s learned to live?
And he figured out that some moms leave,
friends aren’t around
and kids die without toys...

That’s why big Troilo
has so many sins, and rightly so,
that next to Jesus and beside the thief
he’s also earned his cross of anguish and booze...