Carrousel - Roberto Goyeneche

Nada mas que tus ojos castaños

En un año perdido y marchito

Nada mas que un rondin pequeñito

Y un pequeño poema en menor

Nada mas que un afan de distancia

En tu infancia feliz de novela

Y tu frenza rebelde y tu espuela

Nada mas nada mas nada mas

Carrousel van rodando cansados

Tus colores pintados a mano

Con su tibia ilusion de verano

Y sus vanos recuerdos de ayer

Carrousel organito gastado

Musiquita de todos los dias

Porque quieres volverme al pasado

Si el pasado no quiere volver

Un osito de trompa manchada

En tu almohada de nieve y de raso

Y un recuerdo siguiendo tus pasos

En la tarde que quiere llover

Nada mas que un ayer sin memoria

En tu historia lejana y trigueña

Y tu risa que pequeña

Nada mas nada mas nada mas

Nothing but your brown eyes

In a lost and withered year

Nothing more than a little rondin

And a little poem in minor

Nothing more than a desire to distance

In your happy novel childhood

And your rebel forehead and your spur

nothing more nothing more nothing more

Carrousel go rolling tired

Your colors painted by hand

With its lukewarm illusion of summer

And your vain memories of yesterday

Worn organ carousel

Little music of every day

Because you want to return me to the past

If the past doesn't want to come back

A bear with a spotted trunk

On your pillow of snow and satin

And a memory following your steps

In the afternoon that wants to rain

Nothing more than a yesterday without memory

In your distant and dark history

And your laugh how small

nothing more nothing more nothing more