Lyric: Catullus Castillo
were years of fences and wisteria,
of life in Orsay, crazy time.
Your sad face of thinking about life
pulled dawn through the eyes ...
And there was the embankment across the sky,
the corner of the ditch, the blue house.
Everything was climbing the mystery
by rolling hills in your neighborhood south.
Come
vení back to the twelve ...
We
Barquina is waiting.
We ...
Pepe Can not you see tonight,
not see the old man tonight
will not miss an appointment? ...
We ...
Total at the end nothing is certain
and you, brother, awake
Discepolín close together to ...
death and about his milonga
your voice ceased goodbye hurt us;
of so much riding on the things
lit in a final, failed life.
I know you will not come but even corny,
same will wait the wall,
and three and two useless stop
and fraternal rest of our love ...
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