De Alberdi

I sing, a serenade
by the river my voice is heard,
Whispers of grace filled the house
the light on a balcony turns on and off
Whispers of grace filled the house
the light on a balcony turns on and off.

Joy I had in Alberdi
my first date in Colon Square,
with that moon that came from the dance
its silk step left on its balcony,
with that moon that came from the dance
its silk step left on its balcony.

Little moon of Alberdi hide your face
with your fine doctor's coat,
If on a cheerful night, with my serenade
the light on a balcony turns on and off,
If on a cheerful night, with my serenade
the light on a balcony turns on and off.

Dream of your fifteen springs,
little blonde doll, blue skirt.
You walked by the Clinicas, like a breadstick
perfuming the air with your youth,
You walked by the Clinicas, like a breadstick
perfuming the air with your youth.

When I look at the ravine,
Quinta Santa Ana, Chubut Street,
I feel a guitar, a serenade
I remember Cordoba that gave me light,
I feel a guitar, a serenade
I remember Cordoba that gave me light.

Little moon of Alberdi, hide your face
with your fine doctor's coat,
If on a cheerful night, with my serenade
the light on a balcony turns on and off,
If on a cheerful night, with my serenade
the light on a balcony turns on and off.

And don't forget the ritual: to savor it better,
have a drink at hand and some homemade empanadas...

And now that I have you here, let me ask you: if you know Guillermo
Bifarella who is a Cordobes dude wandering around northern Italy,
I would appreciate if you could pass me information on how to contact him. Maybe
he has an email address. I am already grateful...