Los boliches
Alfredo Zitarrosa
The Dive Bars
Once again the dive bars
Yellow with lost dreams
Gamblers of strange fortunes
Bluish in smoke and wines
Old radios groan songs
A Gardel lulling his tune
And in hand, wood of a tango
A drunkard walking to yesterday
Worn-out walls that gaze
Without fervor, without wonder at things
Through the porthole unhinged
Of a clock that made time and died
Dimmed mirrors that mimic
Another better life, or the same
Bread puppet in the fog
Behind a sun clouded with alcohol
Loneliness, with alcohol
Sets free a sparrow, that through the soul's air goes
With alcohol, loneliness
Warm sparrow that through the soul's air flew
The dive bar converses in silence
Its words of glass and tobacco
When it rains, shadows bloom
Desolate verses of paper
Lovers seek each other's soul
Shipwrecked by urgencies they ask
The mistiming hurts in their blood
Labyrinths of sea, love
Loneliness, with alcohol
Sets free a sparrow, that through the soul's air goes
With alcohol, loneliness
Warm sparrow that through the soul's air flew
And once again I go back to seek
Old dive bar in your yesterday, what will never return
