Soledad [English translation]

I don't want anybody to tell me

that you have uprooted me from your sweet life.

My heart is asking for a lie

so that I can wait for your imposible call.

I don't want anybody to figure out

how bitter and profound my eternal lonliness is,

the night passes, the minutes grind

the nightmare of their slow tic-tac.

In the afflicted shadows of my bedroom, while waiting

for her steps that, perhaps, won't come back,

some times, seems to me, that they stop their walking

without daring, after, to come in.

But nobody is there, and she doesn't come,

it is a ghost that my illusion creates,

and that, as it fades, its vision leaves

ashes in my heart.

In the silvery dial of the clock

the hours that are dying, refuse to pass.

There is a parade of strange figures

that look at me with mockingly glances.

It is an endless caravan

that sink into oblivion with its spectral grimace.

With it goes your mouth, that was mine,

I only have left the anguish of my grief.

In the afflicted shadows of my bedroom, while waiting

for her steps that, perhaps, won't come back,

some times, seems to me, that they stop their walking

without daring, after, to come in.

But nobody is there, and she doesn't come,

it is a ghost that my illusion creates,

and that, as it fades, its vision leaves

ashes in my heart.

• Artist:Carlos Gardel