El Pañuelito (part. Jorge Maciel)
Osvaldo Pugliese
The Little Handkerchief
The little white handkerchief
That I offered you
Embroidered with my hair
Was meant for you
You've turned it away
And in soaked tears
I hold it before me
With this handkerchief
My heart suffered
With this handkerchief
I lost a dream
With this handkerchief
The cruel day came
When you left me
Moaning with the pain
The faithful little handkerchief
Stays with me
The faithful little handkerchief
Suffered with me
The faithful little handkerchief
Will go with me
The day my
Slow suffering ends
This little handkerchief was
A companion of pain
How many times I kissed it
For that lost love
Far away a bird sang
My sweet love
When you abandoned me
I don’t know for whom
And even the handkerchief
Rolled on the ground
Seeing your disdain
