Sitting lonely on a bench in the city
with your gaze remembering the coast
your luck wanted to be divided
half truth, half lie
like the promised hope of the poor.
Walking lonely under the grey drizzle
faking hard that your life was from here
because you exchanged a sea of people
for a place where the flower reigns
Look, the river never gave up the colour.
Carito, let go of your sadness
may your tear become a diamond
in between my chords.
Carito, let go of your stone
so you can fly like the thrush
in spring.
In Buenos Aires the shoes are modern
but they don't look like they do on a village square.
Let your small light
talk secretly to the song
so that the sun may shine a bit more for you.
Every seed, when it is a plant, wants to see
the same star from that dusk
that saved it from the sharp beak
by giving it refuge in the dark
from the devastating seagull of the furrows.
Carito, I am your friend
I offer myself to you as a tree
for your nest.
Carito, let go of your song
because the fan of my accordion
is waiting for it.