Betinotti

On the edge of the night
The neighborhood feels so low
When in the shadows it sways
The whisper of a song

Landscape of black mud
Smeared by the flat tires
To the tune of a hundred serenades
It perfumed her heart

Black-winged butterfly
Flying through the alleyway
As the bass notes rumble
Next to the peace of a geranium

And as it stirs in the night
Shadows that the wind took away
From the depths of forgetfulness
The echoes of the troubadour rise

Verses of Betinotti
Grumbling in the corners
Sadness of the street kids
That will never be forgotten

Anguish of a poor bride
And of a mother left behind
That got etched in time
In a sentimental waltz

Black-winged butterfly
Flying through the alleyway
As the bass notes rumble
Next to the peace of a geranium

And as it stirs in the night
Shadows that the wind took away
From the depths of forgetfulness
The echoes of the troubadour rise