Muchacha de Bernal

Two in the afternoon
It was a somewhat gray Thursday
in Plaza Italia
I got lost

Wrapped in smoke
under a tree I found her
little by little
I approached

She read Bukowski and his hangovers of pain
with her gaze she attacked
a few days ago I came from Bernal
alone and just to study

And with your stories no no,
you're not going to impress me, baby
better tell me something from here

La Plata has
diagonals and nothing else
and a few damn bars
Five blocks away
you have the station,
and right here my room
On the ground
the battle began
I entrenched myself in her heart

oh! she gave me a big scare
an April evening,
I'm not lying if I lost her

A great hell,
Roinal
Satan sings the lullaby.

On the terrace of a filthy pension
you saw God's face
on the terrace of a filthy pension
hand to hand against a god, who abandoned

Girl from Bernal
I'm watching you descend,
splendid and fleeting
slowly you will fly

Girl from Bernal,
the voice of the headline,
the voice of your mom,
boleros and nothing else.

nothing else, more more..
nothing else, more more..
nothing else.. nothing else..
nothing else, more more..
nothing else, nothing else..