| By the soft sand that the sea laps
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| her little trace of her does not return anymore,
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| a path only of sorrow and silence arrived
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| to deep water.
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| A path alone of mute sorrows came
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| up to the foam.
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| God knows what anguish accompanied you
 | 
| that old sorrows silenced your voice
 | 
| to lie down lulled in the song
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| of sea shells.
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| The song that sings in the dark background
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| from the sea the conch.
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| You leave Alfonsina with your loneliness,
 | 
| What new poems did you go to look for?
 | 
| An ancient voice of wind and salt
 | 
| it requires your soul
 | 
| and he's wearing it
 | 
| and you go there as in a dream,
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| asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as a sea.
 | 
| Five little mermaids will take you
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| along paths of algae and coral
 | 
| and phosphorescent seahorses will do
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| a round by your side.
 | 
| And the inhabitants of the water will play
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| soon by your side.
 | 
| Lower the lamp for me a little more,
 | 
| let me sleep nurse in peace
 | 
| And if he calls, don't tell him I'm here
 | 
| tell him that Alfonsina is not coming back.
 | 
| And if he calls, never tell him I'm here,
 | 
| Say I'm gone
 | 
| You leave Alfonsina with your loneliness,
 | 
| What new poems did you go to look for?
 | 
| An ancient voice of wind and salt
 | 
| it requires your soul
 | 
| and he's wearing it
 | 
| and you go there as in a dream,
 | 
| asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as a sea.
 | 
| Alfonsina and the sea
 | 
| By the soft sand that the sea laps
 | 
| her little trace of her does not return anymore,
 | 
| a path only of sorrow and silence arrived
 | 
| to deep water.
 | 
| A path alone of mute sorrows came
 | 
| up to the foam.
 | 
| God knows what anguish accompanied you
 | 
| that old sorrows silenced your voice
 | 
| to lie down lulled in the song
 | 
| of sea shells.
 | 
| The song that sings in the dark bottom of the sea
 | 
| the snails.
 | 
| You leave Alfonsina with your loneliness,
 | 
| What new poems did you go to look for?
 | 
| An ancient voice of wind and salt
 | 
| it requires your soul and is carrying it
 | 
| and you go there as in a dream,
 | 
| asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as a sea.
 | 
| Five little mermaids will take you
 | 
| along paths of algae and coral
 | 
| and phosphorescent seahorses will do
 | 
| a round by your side.
 | 
| And the inhabitants of the water will play
 | 
| soon by your side.
 | 
| Lower the lamp for me a little more,
 | 
| let me sleep nurse in peace
 | 
| And if he calls, don't tell him I'm here
 | 
| tell him that Alfonsina is not coming back.
 | 
| And if he calls, never tell him I'm here,
 | 
| Say I'm gone
 | 
| You leave Alfonsina with your loneliness,
 | 
| What new poems did you go to look for?
 | 
| An ancient voice of wind and salt
 | 
| it requires your soul and is carrying it
 | 
| and you go there as in a dream,
 | 
| asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as a sea. |