Carlos Gardel
Miscellaneous
His Eyes Closed
His eyes closed and the world keeps moving,
His mouth that was mine no longer kisses me echoes of his sonorous laughter
And this silence is cruel that hurts me so much.
The pious sweetness of his hands was mine,
That gave my sorrows caresses of kindness,
And now that I evoke her, sunk in my brokenness,
The braided tears refuse to flow,
And I do not have the consolation of being able to cry.
Why did her wings so cruelly burn life,
Why this sinister grimace of luck?
I wanted to shelter her and death was stronger,
How my wound hurts and deepens.
I know that now strange faces will come
With their alms of relief to my brokenness
Everything is a lie, a lie is the lament
Today my heart is alone.
Like attack dogs, treacherous sorrows
Jealous of my love they galloped behind,
br/>And hidden in the waters of his good gaze
The crouching death marked its rhythm.
In vain I feverishly encouraged a hope,
The pain sank its claws into my living flesh ,
And while in the street in crazy uproar
The carnival of the world enjoyed and laughed
Mocking fate, it stole its love from me.
Why its wings. .. .... ...

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