I woke up at six o'clock this morning,
and I unloaded some boxes of peas, bananas, oranges...
anything and everything.
And it was raining, it was raining on me,
on my hands, on my hair, in my eyes, even on the fruits:
they got all wet.
But I was keeping working and I was happy just the same:
I meant to be quick because I knew
that I'd have come to see you again.
I finished when it was dark, a half hour ago,
and I rushed to your house, because this night
is our night.
So now you can dry me off,
you can feed me with something, and then
you can warm me up.
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
Antonio is my name.
If there's a good man, that is me.
But I can't have anything! Anything, God!
I can't even have you, anymore.
Antonio is my name.
If there's a good man, that is me.
But I can't have anything! Anything, God
I can't even have you, anymore.
Once you were here, and now you're not anymore.
Once you were here, and now you're not anymore.
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
Not this night!
But why? Why?
But why?
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