A Palo Seco

If you come and ask me where I've been
During the time when you were dreaming
With open eyes, I'll tell you
Friend, I've been in despair

I know that talking like this you think
That this despair is fashionable in 1976
But I'm really unhappy
Desperately, I scream in Portuguese
But I'm really unhappy
Desperately, I scream in Portuguese

I'm twenty-five years old
Of dream and of blood
And of South America
By virtue of this fate
An Argentine tango
Goes much better than a blues

I know that talking like this you think
That this despair is fashionable in 1976
And I want that this crooked song
Like a knife, cut the flesh of yours
And I want that this crooked song
Like a knife, cut the flesh of yours

I'm twenty-five years old
Of dream and of blood
And of South America
By virtue of this fate
An Argentine tango
Goes much better than a blues

I know that talking like this you think
That this despair is fashionable in 1976
And I want that this crooked song
Like a knife, cut the flesh of yours
And I want that this crooked song
Like a knife, cut the flesh of yours