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Chico Buarque is wearing
The glasses that I left on a notebook with his face
Lighting up the room, something entering the morning.
Carabelas of nothing, caravels of nothing
They collide, they shatter in the air
The tango thing is an idea that touches me even if I don't want to
A girl gets into a Caballito taxi -Buenos Aires.
A guy dies in Mataderos, a bullet in a stamina
And this is still a song from the soul
Sun that calms me
Today I stopped with the bottle
Everyone knows how hard it is to get away from her
She has the longest pair of legs you've ever seen
And it makes your heart feel like it's still going on.
Tango, you did me wrong
And yet I love you, I want to bury
They saw your old woman, with a loaf of hash
Selling to black people on the street Montparnasse
And this is still a song from the soul
Sun that calms me