Tatuaje

He came on a ship with a foreign name
That arrived in Marseille one evening,
When the white lighthouse over the sailboats
Dropped its kiss of silver

He was cheerful and blond like beer
And his clear eyes captivated Yvonne
When he heard the sadness moan in his hands
Sorrowful and tired from the accordion

And over two glasses of brandy
In a corner of the small bar
He was telling her under his breath his bitter tale of woe

"Look at my arm tattooed with this woman's name
It's the memory of a past that will never return
She loved me and has forgotten me
But I can't forget her
And forever I will be marked with this woman's name"

He left one afternoon with an unknown destination
Leaving no trace of his accordion
Yvonne, filled with sadness, has died
Like a shadow, in front of the pier

From one end to the other, she roams Marseille
Asking the sailors for him
And she goes crazy looking for his trace
Because she carries it tattooed on her skin

And at midnight, sad and alone,
In a corner of the small bar
She suddenly hears from the jukebox
The moan of that song again

"Look at my arm tattooed with this woman's name
It's the memory of a past that will never return
She loved me and has forgotten me
But I can't forget her
And forever I will be marked with this woman's name"