Manubrio Azul
María Elena Walsh
Blue Handlebar
An old man, an old man so frail
Strolling through the park with his cane
He doesn’t care that spring has arrived
He just waits to collect his pension
Suddenly, suddenly he stops
And looks for something he lost
He gazes at the ground, looks at the sky
And checks all around
Where could it be, blue handlebar
The color of a tricycle from back in the day
A toy of pure nostalgia
That takes him back to his childhood again
Let it roll back
To nineteen oh three
Where could it be, blue handlebar
A flash of happiness
The old man climbs into a hammock
Slides down the slide
And riding on the seesaw
He returns to his old childhood
Where could it be, blue handlebar
A love that forgetfulness stole away
The blue of his old tricycle
Suddenly found it in a flower
A flower that waited through time
And blooms today just for him
An old man, an old man so frail
Strolling through the park with his cane
He just hopes to regain his spring
He doesn’t care about the pension
Suddenly, suddenly he stops
To pin the flower on his lapel
That something he was waiting for
Will not wither away
