Esa Musiquita
Mercedes Sosa
That Little Music
So much loneliness, so much absence
So much distance
So much inability, so much nothing
So many goodbyes
Such pain of closed doors
Such humiliating pain
But in your tin room
That little music
That little music of the town
That little music
So humble that it sounds
So humble
How it accompanies and rocks you
How it caresses you
How it brings you back to life
That little music
Spinning with its dancing shadow
That little music
Its skirt trembling as it flies
Its skirt trembling
From what memories it saves you
Magical and simple
Full of sweet tremors
That little music
On the gray face of the mirror
The dancer sees
Her blush of a girl dancing
Her blush of a girl
While shamelessly she embraces
The melody
Of that music of the soul
That little music
That little music of the town
That little music
So humble that it sounds
So humble
How it accompanies and rocks her
How it caresses her
How it brings her back to life
That little music
