Cuando Tallan Los Recuerdos (part. Raúl Iriarte)

It's raining, raining in the suburbs
And here alone in this room
It’s creeping into my head
A strange recollection
Is it the pain of being alone
Or is it the cruel, cold afternoon
That stirs my gray melancholy
With a rush of emotion
Here’s my pride from before
Accordion of my past
Old bellows that I’ve left
Forever in a corner
In the evocative afternoon
Your yellowed keys
Are silent and I no longer feel
Your grumbling language

My dear old bellows
I’m running with your fate
The hours we’ve lived
Are now covered by forgetfulness
And death is lurking around
My old Malevo bellows
Today, like you, I’m ready
Because I’ve buried my heart
In your record forever