San Cayetano

I met her in San Cayetano
Sitting very early on the sidewalk
Lost among the people
In the middle of a long procession
And in that crazy whirlwind
Drunk like wine she left me
Because I saw her black eyes
And the whole world soon disappeared.

No! San Cayetano
I asked you for a hand
And not for love.

Exotic and beautiful
But excessively religious
She prayed all day
And had no conversation topic,
I put up with her for a few days
Almost all her quirks but I,
I'm not exactly what you would call
A saint of her devotion.

No! San Cayetano
I asked you for a hand
And not for love.

Loosen your clothes
And buy another drink, buddy
While I tell you
The story of another love that didn't last
One Sunday afternoon
That went to San Cayetano, didn't come back...
This was a long time ago
But let's change the subject now...

No! San Cayetano
I asked you for a hand
And not for love...