Flores Secas
Callejón, viejo callejón.
Nunca fuiste calle ancha, avenida, o bulevar
No tuviste las vidrieras ni las luces de neón
En tus muros crecen flores, callejón.
Vos sos para mí perfume de azahar
Vos sos como un sol,
brillando en mi cielo estás, callejón.
Tus veredas de suburbio son de tierra, callejón.
Por las noches sos testigo de mis sueños, callejón.
En tus muros crecen flores, callejón.
Dry Flowers
Alley, old alley
You were never a wide street, avenue, or boulevard
You didn't have the shop windows or neon lights
On your walls grow flowers, alley
You are to me the scent of orange blossom
You are like a sun,
shining in my sky, alley
Your suburban sidewalks are made of dirt, alley
At night you witness my dreams, alley
On your walls grow flowers, alley