El Pulguita
Tabare Etcheverry
The Little Flea
The Little Flea
I found him with dirty little hands
patched up and standing on the corner
the yellow hair mist
covered his childlike gaze
he's the little flea!
I looked at him as one looks at a child
with love and so much affection
that his eyes finally understood
that he wished to be my new friend
I listened to him moved in silence
never still his dirty little body
his hands so small and tender
an endless number of figures they gave me
those of the little flea!
Shoeshiner of my small town
man child so many have seen you
with polish and brush in hand
giving the shine that was not given to you
I will return my good companion
to look for you here on this corner
where always, my Melo will see you
barefoot, misty gaze
AAAH misty gaze!
