Último Samba-Canção

Every time
That friends ask
Where are you
A samba-canção
Our love so old
Comes to tell me
That the poems
The very fine rain
That wet the sidewalks
No longer say anything
Nothing makes sense anymore
Nothing exists between us
If in the early morning
The sound of a bandoneon
Makes me cry
I know that the longing
Will say it's better
To erase you from my life
And accept
But the music
That music
Through the night
Will go out into the world
To show
That it wasn't my fault
But I apologize
Just to see you come back
How many times I told you
To understand me
And to explain yourself
How many times I told myself
There's no way out
It's better to end
But the music...