Viejo Ciego (feat. Roberto Videla)

With a guide
You arrive at night
Bringing the complaints
Of the old violin
And in the midst of smoke
You look like a puppet
Your strange silhouette of a skinny nag

Punctual parishioner
So old and so blind
As you unravel
Your eternal song
You put in souls
Aged memories
And a little bit of sorrow
Mixed with alcohol

The day when your mournful tangos
Go silent
The alley light will have smoke veils
And there will be a mysterious seal
On the dirty playing cards
And in simple souls
A bit of emotion

The day when your instrument's voice
Is no longer heard
When you leave your bones
Under a doorway
The retired bards
Without false sentiment
With a little song
Will give you the funeral

You seem like a verse
From the crazy Carriego
You seem like the soul
Of the same violin
Punctual parishioner
So old and so blind
So full of sorrow
So full of spleen

When I hear your notes
I'm overwhelmed by the memory
Of that girl
From times past

Come on, old blind man
Play a slow tango
Very slow and very sad
That makes me want to cry