Juan Carlos Marambio Catán - Etching lyrics

rate me

It's midnight. The cabaret's wakin' up.

A lot of women, flowers, and champagne

The eternal sad party of those who live

to the beat of a tango is about to begin.

I'm chained by forty years of life,

with a grey-haired head and an old heart:

Today I can watch with a lot of sorrow

what at other times I saw through rose-colored glasses.

The poor taxi dancers,

Stupified by kisses,

Stare at me, as if strangers,

With curiosity.

They don't recognize me anymore.

I'm lonely and old.

There's no light in my eyes ...

Life is getting shorter.

An old rake that spends his money

Getting Lulu' drunk with his champagne

Today he denied a raise to a poor worker

Who asked him for one more piece of bread.

That poor woman who sells flowers

who was the queen of Montmartre in my time,

Offers me, with a smile, some violets,

Maybe to make my loneliness less blue.

And I think about life:

mothers that suffer,

children that roam

with neither bread nor a roof,

selling newspapers,

for two cents ...

How sad it all is!

I feel like cryin'!<br />

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Thanks to Razvan