A media Luz

Corrientes three four eight
Second floor, elevator
No doormen or neighbors
Inside cocktail and love

Little apartment that I put maple
Piano, mat and nightstand
A telephone that answers
A record player that cries

Old tangos of my flower
A porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow to love

And all in half light...
How bewitching love is
In half light the kisses
In half light the two

And all in half light
Inner twilight
Such soft velvet
The half light of love.

Juncal twelve twenty-four,
Call without fear
Afternoon tea with pastries
At night tango and singing.

Sundays tea dances
Mondays desolation
There's everything in the little house
Cushions and divans
Like in a pharmacy coco
Carpets that don't make noise
And table set for love.

And all in half light...
How bewitching love is
In half light the kisses
In half light the two

And all in half light...,
Inner twilight
Such soft velvet
The half light of love.