Carlos Gardel Miscellaneous He painted his mouth for kissing a clown.
He crosses from the box to the car
Nervous and fine serpentine
Like a picturesque brooch on the carnival night
I want to meet you and know where you go.
Happy little mask, you shout at me as you pass:
Who soy?, Where Am I going? Bye... Adios... Goodbye...
I soy the mysterious little woman of tu afan.
Don't fake your voice anymore, put down the mask
Your eyes across the course, are searching for my anxiety...
Discover yourself, finally... Your laughter makes me sick
Behind your detours, the whole year is Carnival.
That Colombina with loud mockery
The bugle of a pizpireta organdi lady thunders...
And between scream and laugh, pretty maragata
She swears that her passion for me kills her.
Under the funny signs the faithful pass by
Of the god Jocundo and they set him on fire
The world has its bells at the carnival. ..

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