Rogelio

The same pension with the same hunger
In the same room, Rogelio and I lived
Under the same roof with the same cold
Shivering on the fern, Rogelio and I slept

With the same car, the same woman
And the same night, Rogelio and I dreamed
In the same job, the same sweat
And the same failure, Rogelio and I fought

You don't remember, Rogelio, that old tavern
With old Anselmo and his accordion
How many nights our wine cheered
How many nights your music played

How many nights when hearing that song
You laughed and I laughed
And the Sun woke us up
Full of wine, full of hope
You laughed at the pain, whether it was cold or hot
Whether there was money or just sweat

With the same luggage on the same train I left, I returned
To make the journey
To your new address with the same suit and the same hope I went
I went to look for you

The car attendant let me in through the service door
And put me in a room
From where I looked
And I saw you well dressed in a room full of mirrors

Important people by your side and annoyance on your face
When you were notified
You came out, looked at me, remembered my name, hallelujah
And then, then you left

You left me with a greeting, an appointment in your office
And a card in my hand
With your name well embroidered

But it doesn't matter, Rogelio
Tonight I will go to the tavern
And ask old Anselmo for your song
At the same table, I will drink for both of us
And among a thousand glasses, I will laugh at the pain

And like other nights when I hear that song
I will laugh, ha, I will laugh
I will laugh at your goodbye, at my shoes, at your confusion
At the pants of your tuxedo, at your mirrors, and at your room

And when I see you again, I will say
Good afternoon, how are you? And why not?
I will ask you a favor so that you can sleep a little better that night