A Media Luz

Three four eight currents
Second floor elevator
No doormen or neighbors
Inside cocktails and love

A little place with a maple touch
Piano, mat, and lamp
A phone that answers
A record player that cries

Old tangos of my flower
And a porcelain cat
So love won't meow

And everything in dim light
Love's a sorcerer
In dim light the kisses
In dim light, just us
And everything in dim light
Inner twilight
So soft velvet
The dim light of love

Juncal, twelve, twenty-four
Call without fear
In the afternoon, tea with snacks
At night, tango and champagne

On Sundays, tea dance
On Mondays, desolation
There's everything in the little house
Cushions and sofas

Like in a pharmacy, cocó
Carpets that make no noise
And a table set for love