Enfunda La Mandolina

Calm down, it's time
To file away the illusions
Dedicate yourself to watching
Because for you it's over
And it's very sad to see you
Waiting for that woman
Looking like a loser
Unkempt and sad
There's nothing to be done, you're old now
The shows are over
And you joke around with your crazy
Whims of a fool
The girls don't even look at you
And if one talks to you
It's to ask for advice
From a veteran in love

What do you want, Cipriano
The fifty years
That you carry on top
Along with the hair
That escaped from the mate
You lost the look
That won't come back
Leave the young girls
For the boys
Those heavy dishes
Are not for you
Leave the night watchman
And go to bed
Because, tomorrow
You'll be coughing

Put away the mandolin
You're not up for serenades anymore!
The streetwise woman
In your room advises you
Drawing on her lips
The daring pagan cross
With the perfumed tip
Of her lipstick
Your stocks have fallen
In the wheel of setbacks
And in time with the calendar
Your illusion is falling apart
And everything invites you
To spend the winter
By the fire of your memories
In the shadow of a corner