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Garúa (1943)
Drizzle
lyrics by Enrique Cadícamo
What a night–filled with chills and fatigue!
The wind carries a strange lament,
the night is like a deep well of shadows,
and among the shadows I walk, so slowly…
while all the while the drizzle
underlines it all
putting its spines
through my heart…
lyrics by Enrique Cadícamo
What a night–filled with chills and fatigue!
The wind carries a strange lament,
the night is like a deep well of shadows,
and among the shadows I walk, so slowly…
while all the while the drizzle
underlines it all
putting its spines
through my heart…
On this night, so cold and so mine
I amaze myself, always dwelling on the same thing…
and although I want to tear her out,
throw her out,
and forget her,
I just remember her more.
I amaze myself, always dwelling on the same thing…
and although I want to tear her out,
throw her out,
and forget her,
I just remember her more.
Drizzle!
Sad and alone, down the sidewalk
goes my heart, stricken
with the sadness of a condemned building,
feeling your frostiness
because that girl, when she forgot me,
tore open a hole where the rain gets in.
Lost!
Like a specter in the shadows
that searches for her still and calls out her name…
drizzle…sadness…
even the sky has started to cry!
Sad and alone, down the sidewalk
goes my heart, stricken
with the sadness of a condemned building,
feeling your frostiness
because that girl, when she forgot me,
tore open a hole where the rain gets in.
Lost!
Like a specter in the shadows
that searches for her still and calls out her name…
drizzle…sadness…
even the sky has started to cry!
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