Esa Musiquita

So much loneliness, so much absence
So much distance
So much inability, so much nothing
So many goodbyes
Such pain of closed doors
Such humiliating pain
But in your tin room
That little music

That little music of the town
That little music
So humble that it sounds
So humble
How it accompanies and rocks you
How it caresses you
How it brings you back to life
That little music

Spinning with its shadow dancing
That little music
Her skirt trembling as she flies
Her skirt trembling
From what memories she saves it
Magical and simple
Full of sweet tremors
That little music

On the gray face of the mirror
The dancer sees
Her blush of a girl dancing
Her blush of a girl
While shamelessly she embraces
The melody
Of that soul's little music
That little music

That little music of the town
That little music
So humble that it sounds
So humble
How it accompanies and rocks her
How it caresses her
How it brings her back to life
That little music