Old song/Canción antigua
Canción antigua
Suena una canción antigua en el café vacío
son susurros que quedaron atrapados
entre las paredes de madera.
El barniz está tallado.
Las palmas de las manos de una mujer
han quedado marcadas.
Las carcajadas de alcohol añejo
curte los pasillos
dónde trastabillando, bailaste desnuda.
Y con una sola muda
Fuiste la más feliz de todas
Old Song
An old song plays in the empty café, whispers trapped within the wooden walls.
The varnish is etched.
A woman's palms bear the imprint of it.
The laughter of stale alcohol staleens the hallways where, stumbling, you danced naked.
And in just one outfit, you were the happiest of all.
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