PEDRO AZNAR h o

Select language to translate this lyric

PEDRO AZNAR
MUSIC BOX (MUSIC BOX)
(J.L. Borges-P. Aznar)
In a certain street there is a certain firm door
With its bell and its precise number
And a taste of lost paradise,
That is not open in the evenings
Along my path. Once the day is over,
A long-awaited voice would wait for me
In the disintegration of each day
And in the peace of the night in love.
Those things are not. My luck is different:
The vague hours, the impure memory,
The abuse of literature
And in the confines the unloved death.
Only that stone I want. I only ask
The two abstract dates and oblivion.
Jairo: voice
Pedro Aznar: voice, 12 string guitar
Gustavo Sadofschi: guitar
Alejandro Devries: piano, keyboards
Quintino Cinalli: drums

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS