I want to get my heart drunk
to forget some crazy love
that is more suffering than love.
So here I am
willing to erase old kisses
with others' mouths kisses...
If her love was just a flash in the pan
Why this cruel concern
is always with me?
I want to rise a glass for both of us
in order to forget my stubbornness
and I only remember it even more.
Nostalgia of hearing her crazy laughter
and feeling by my mouth
her breathing, like a fire.
Distress,
because I feel forsaken
and I think another man
will speak words of love to her soon, soon.
Brother!
I don't want to humiliate myself
neither beg her or cry for her
or tell her I can't live anymore.
From my sad solitude I will watch
the dead roses of my youth as they fall.
***
Cry, bandoneon 1, your grey tango
maybe some sentimental love
hurts you too as well.
My soul, the soul of a puppet, weeps
lonely and sad in this night,
a black an starless night.
If alcohol bring some comfort,
well, here I am in my sleeplessness
so I can drown my sorrows already.
I want to get my heart drunk
and later I'll be able to make a toast
for the failures of love.
1. A type of concertina used especially in South America.