Soledad - Francisco Canaro

Yo no quiero que nadie a mi me diga

Que de tu dulce vida tu ya me has arrancado

Mi corazón una mentira pide

Para esperar tu imposible llamado

Yo no quiero que nadie se imagine

Como es de amarga y honda mi eterna soledad

Pasan las noches y el minutero muele

La pesadilla de su lento tic tac

En la doliente sombra de mi cuarto al esperar

Sus pasos que quiza no volveran

A veces me parece que ellos detienen su andar

Sin atreverse luego a entrar

Pero no hay nadie y ella no viene

Es un fantasma que crea mi ilusion

Y que al desvanecerse va dejando su vision

Cenizas en mi corazón

En la plateada esfera del reloj

Las horas que agonizan se niegan a pasar

Hay un desfile de extrañas figuras

Que me contemplan con burlon mirar

Es una caravana interminable

Que se hunde en el olvido con su mueca espectral

Se va con ella tu boca que era mia

Solo me queda la angustia de mi mal

I don't want anyone to tell me

That you have already ripped me out of your sweet life

my heart asks for a lie

To wait for your impossible call

I don't want anyone to imagine

How bitter and deep my eternal loneliness is

The nights go by and the minute hand grinds

The nightmare of its slow tick tock

In the sorrowful shadow of my room while waiting

His steps that may not return

Sometimes it seems to me that they stop their walk

Without daring to enter

But there is no one and she does not come

She is a ghost that creates my illusion

And that when she fades she leaves her vision

ashes in my heart

On the silver clock face

The dying hours refuse to pass

There's a parade of strange figures

That they contemplate me with mocking look

It's an endless caravan

That sinks into oblivion with its spectral grimace

Your mouth that was mine goes with it

I only have the anguish of my evil