Acquaforte (part. Miguel Montero)

It's midnight
The cabaret awakens
Many women
Flowers and champagne
It's about to start
The eternal and sad party
Of those who live
To the rhythm of a tango

Forty years of life
Shackle me
White hair, old heart
Today I can look
With much sorrow
At what other years I looked at
With excitement

The poor tangos
Doped with kisses
Look at me strangely
With curiosity
They don't even recognize me
I'm alone and old
There's no light in my eyes
Life is slipping away

An old lecher
Spending his money
Getting Lulu drunk
With his champagne
Today he denied a raise
To a poor worker
Who asked for
A bit more bread

And that poor woman
Selling flowers
Who was once
The queen of Montmartre
Offers me with a smile
Some violets
To maybe brighten my loneliness

And I think about life
The mothers who suffer
The children who wander
Without a roof, without bread
Selling La Prensa
Earning a couple of bucks
How sad it all is
I want to cry