A media luz [English translation]

Currents three four eight,

second floor, elevator;

there are no porters nor neighbors

inside, cocktail and love.

Flooring laid by Maple,

piano, matting and candleholder...

a telephone that answers,

a Victrola that cries

old tangos of my prime,

and a porcelain cat

so it won't meow at love.

And everything at half light,

that love is a wizard,

at half light the kisses,

at half light the two...

And everything at half light,

crepuscle interior,

what soft velvet

the half light of love.

Reedbed twelve twenty-four,

telephones without fear;

afternoons, tea with pastries,

evenings, tango and singing;

sundays, dancers' teas,

mondays, desolation.

There is something of everything in the little house:

cushions and divans

like in a botanica-shop...coconut,

carpets that don't make noise

and table set to love...

And everything at half light,

that love is a wizard,

at half light the kisses,

at half light the two...

And everything at half light,

crepuscle interior,

what soft velvet

the half light of love.

And everything at half light,

crepuscle interior

what soft velvet

the half light of love.

• Artist:Sara Montiel
• Album:Mi último tango (1960)