Brindis Por Pierrot

They didn't see Molina
Who no longer steps into the bar
Where is the Great Doll
That no longer walks the boulevard
Tonight is for memories
This toast for Pierrot
You will return, Mario Benítez
With your Maginot Line
What will become of the people of Buenos Aires
Occupying the Liberaij
What will La Nueva Ola say
Soaked in champagne
Tonight is for memories
This toast for The Union
There you are, Martíncorena
Listening to this song

I'm leaving
Like so many have gone
That memory disguised as saints
And their story has become an illusion
I discover
The hint of bitterness
That not even the best score
Could mark on my voice

They go
Like so many have gone
Carnival gave them its cloak
Their image becomes a song
They have gone
Blowing out the footlights
Tonight I have no complaints
However, the one who cries is me

They don't remember La Bruta
With Pianito in its place
I can't forget Ñato
Imitating Dogomar
Tonight is for memories
This toast for Pierrot
There are few Sabaleros
Holding up the bar

I'm seeing you, Benítez
In the pages of the Ring
Not to mention a Picho López
Lying in a casin
Tonight is for memories
This toast for Zelmar
They didn't see Molina
Who no longer steps into the bar

I'm leaving
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
Tonight time caught up with me
In the glasses they gave me changüí
I take
Like a crude whim
The hope hidden in the left-handed
May the Devil take pity on me

They go
They go, they keep going
Downhill the wind shakes them
Like leaves of an autumnal dream
I raise
My glass just in case
Sometimes luck helps me
No one knocks on the door

Listen to the clown who sings
How many sorrows in his throat
Next to his glass of liquor
Alone
Tonight I have no grave
However, the one who sings is me

Look at the street Pierrot
Faithful companion of the night
A tear shines on his cheek
Shines
He has had to spend his life alone with his heart

They throw you onto the field without asking if you want to enter
As if that weren't enough, as a goalkeeper; a whole life covering holes
And if by chance you turn out to be good, they throw themselves to the ground and call a penalty

Listen to the clown who sings
How many sorrows in his throat
Next to his glass of liquor
Alone
Tonight his clothes don't shine
However, they call him Pierrot

Look at the street Pierrot

Didn't you feel, Viruta, the guys? They say I'm alone, what do they know
They don't know that the child Calatrava is always by my side
Raviol, who left us recently
Alone yes, alone but living life, enjoying it

Listen to the clown who sings