Ya No Duele [English translation]

I go down to drink a coffee, stumble and almost fall and I feel that, for a moment I lose faith.

I console myself while thinking that do not bite the bait,

lift the soul from the floor, light a fag, and I leave this hovel.

I carry in hand a cigarette and think "another crack with feet of clay."

Better to play of quiet and never climb on the bandwagon,

I walk stiffly in finding the lost time in tight laments,

in criminals almost always badly kicked.

I hire by few money, I do not want to continue and I decide to leave the queue.

And althought the wolf can not, and although the prawns almost do not want,

I walk around to see if it is still raining.

It doesn't hurt the heart and tonight, th wind of pain doesn't blow

It doesn't hurt the heart and is a bitter bandoneon which threatens in my song

The glass that looks at me, the people around the corner, I almost pulled the puff

and the rambla, which continues to be empty.

Wet floor, squashed transit

(like a barking dog locked in a trap unknown)

The rain that splashes the memoryflushed by nostalgia,

like departured tears, like lost tears

Best time, honey sky, now that the sun rises ... and starts to warm the skin.

It doesn't hurt the heart and tonight, th wind of pain doesn't blow

It doesn't hurt the heart and is a bitter bandoneon which threatens in my song

I displease from so much smoking , desire to start walking

and stop thinking about flowers that burn from cold, in an empty, dirty vase

in brown Rio de Plata that now I look without trouble.

I hiss low, I kicked the concrete

while I think, heater, that I crack from hiring and cracked me with reason.