Alfredo Zitarrosa - El loco Antonio Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

The crazy Antonio

Milonga that you are thinking
what are you going to say,
don't come out with sadness,
I no longer think of that.
 
You say I loved her,
you're talking too much,
talk about the Santa Lucía1
twenty one years ago.
 
Iron bridge over the scrubland,
aimless water, like in the sea,
the moon was abandoning it
and it inundated in the mudhole.
 
The crazy Antonio loved it more,
wherries and wooden oars,
the ebbs used to find him
thinking and smoking.
 
Across the bridge, milonga,
remember there's a place
where the herons moan
next to a spring.
 
Think that in those days
that you want to remember
the Santa Lucia was there
with its bridges and its channel.
 
Iron bridge over the scrubland,
floods, like in the sea,
the moon was abandoning it
and it inundated in the mudhole.
 
The crazy Antonio loved it more,
wherries and wooden oars,
the ebbs used to find him
looking to the channel.
 

• 1. A stream in Uruguay

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