Carabelas Nada
Fito Páez
Caravels Nothing
Chico Buarque has on
The glasses I left on a notebook with his face
Illuminating the room, something entering in the morning,
Caravels from nothing, caravels nothing
They crash, shatter in the air
The tango thing is an idea that touches me even if I don't want
A girl gets into a taxi, Caballito-Buenos Aires
A guy dies in Mataderos, a shot in a stand-off.
And this keeps being a song from the soul
Sun that calms me
Today I stopped with the bottle
Everyone knows how hard it is to get away from it
She has the longest pair of legs you've ever seen
And makes your heart seem like it's still beating.
Tango, you did me wrong
And yet I love you, I want to bury
They saw your old lady with a loaf of hash
Selling to the blacks on Montparnasse street.
And this keeps being a song from the soul
Sun that calms me
Chico Buarque has on
The glasses I left on a notebook with his face
Illuminating the room, something entering in the morning,
Caravels from nothing, caravels nothing
Caravels from nothing, caravels nothing
Caravels from nothing, caravels nothing
Caravels from nothing, caravels nothing
(uhhh)
