FUEYE (EN INGLES) (II)

FUEYE (En Ingles) (II)
Letra de H.Expósito
Musica de V.Expósito

Translation by Alberto Paz

A suburb with houses
that reflect their tin color...
a human suburb
with legends that are sung like tangos...
and at a distance a clock that strikes
two o'clock in the morning...
a working suburb,
a corner of memories and a lamp post...

Lamp post...
the things that now can be seen
lamp post...
no longer is just like yesterday...
The shadow
today escapes your glance
and it leaves gloomier
half of the back alley,
your light
with the tango in the pocket
was losing light and brightness
and is a cross...

There talks the sky
with the dreams of a millon workers...
there murmurs the wind
the popular poems of Carriego,
and when at a distant spot shows
the two in the morning,
the suburb seems
to fall asleep repeating to the lamp post...
Lamp post...
the things that now can be seen
lamp post...
no longer is just like yesterday...
The shadow
today escapes your glance
and it leaves gloomier
half of the back alley,
your light
with the tango in the pocket
was losing light and brightness
and is a cross...