Canción para Carito [English translation]

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.