Juguete de Amor

Last night I was cold and fell out of love a little
Last night I was cold and I was a poet
Last night, while my flesh was freezing
And my soul hid in my body
I saw how my love for you
It was an old-fashioned toy that was no longer worth anything

Any dawn they will throw
To my love's old toy to a garbage truck
And walking away in bitter loneliness
You will hear the carter hitting his mule
That everything is given for a little straw
And sometimes, rotten grapes

And I will be there where nothing is worth anything anymore
Until one day a sweet gypsy girl
With snot and freckles on his face
Wipe with your greasy sleeve
The dirt that society stuck to my soul
And I will once again be a shining toy of love and joy

What does it matter if you deceive me if you smile at me later!
What does it matter whether you are a poet or trash?
Last night I was cold in body and soul
Last night I was cold and my freedom of love was frozen