El Supermercado - Paté de Fuá

Amurado en tu recuerdo ayer anduve caminando

Por tu barrio que es mi barrio

Y al buscar el portón de tu casa natal

El umbral donde un día te besé

Vine encontrarme que tu cuadra había cambiado

Y en vez de tu morada se halló en tu calzada

Una mole de hormigón iluminado

Todo un gran supermercado con letreros en inglés

¿Qué quedó de tu blanco balcón?

¿Dónde está tu mirada de tímido amor?

Me preguntaba al ver pasar los changarines

Enterrando en los confines

El olvido tu historia y la mía

Ruido frío de máquina triste

Quién dirá que realmente vos fuiste

Sueño mío en la penumbra de un farol

Fiel rocío perfumado de rubor

Pétalo de luz, hilo de mi voz

Beso irremediable de tu amor

Yo te quise de tantas maneras

Yo te quise de veras tal vez sin saber

Que el tiempo es vendaval que arrastra todo

Vaya uno a saber qué modo

De quererte estaba bien

Hoy me siento bien con la desesperanza

Y el dinero como siempre que no alcanza

En el absurdo final de nuestra historia

Cemento y desquicio de toda memoria

Nada nada entre nosotros ha quedado

Sólo un gran supermercado

Y este amor sin para qué

Amurado in your memory yesterday I was walking

For your neighborhood, which is my neighborhood

And when looking for the gate of your native house

The threshold where one day I kissed you

I came to find that your block had changed

And instead of your abode it was found on your road

A mass of illuminated concrete

Quite a large supermarket with signs in English

What was left of your white balcony?

Where is your look of shy love?

I wondered when I saw the changarines go by

Burying in the confines

He forgot your story and mine

Cold sad machine noise

Who will say that you really were

My dream in the gloom of a lantern

Faithful scented dew of blush

Petal of light, thread of my voice

Irremediable kiss of your love

I loved you in so many ways

I really loved you maybe without knowing

That time is a gale that drags everything

Who knows what mode

of loving you was fine

Today I feel good with despair

And money, as always, is not enough

At the absurd end of our story

Cement and madness of all memory

Nothing, nothing between us has remained

Just a big supermarket

And this love without what