Los cosos de al lao

The violins sobbed,
the bandoneons shuddered,
and in the night, the chords
of a tango got lost.
A button playing rounds
to not fall asleep
and a guy hidden
sweet-talking in a hallway.

Suddenly you hear
the murmur of an orchestra,
they are partying
the folks next door.
The girl has returned
who once left
when she didn't have
fifteen springs!
Today she has a kid...
and they baptized him!
That's why the folks next door dance.

The lights have already gone out,
the neighborhood wakes up,
the night with its sadness
has taken over the olive tree.
The workers head to the grind
like every morning,
while talking nonsense
passes a drunk guy.