Singer: Anibal TROILOSinger 2: Angel CardenasComposer: Antonio BlancoAuthor: Julio Camilloni
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Ya no puedo equivocarme, sos la última en mi vida, y es la última moneda que me queda por jugar. Si no gano tu cariño la daré por bien perdida ya que nunca más la vida me permitirá ganar. Te confieso deslumbrado que no esperaba tal cosa. Ya están luciendo mis sienes pinceladas de marfil, ya mi patio abandonado no soñaba con la rosa y se realizó el milagro con la última de abril. Sos la última y espero que me traigas la ternura, ésa que he buscado en tantas y que no puedo encontrar. Ya no quiero pasionismo, ni amorío, ni aventura... Yo te quiero compañera para ayudarme a luchar. No me importa tu pasado ni soy quién para juzgarte porque anduve a los sopapos con la vida yo también. Además hay un motivo para quererte y cuidarte: se adivina con mirarte que no te han querido bien. Fue por eso que te dije ya no puedo equivocarme, sos la última que llega a perfumar mi rincón y esas gotas de rocío que no te dejan mirarme me están diciendo a las claras que alcancé tu corazón. Pero si la mala suerte me acomoda el cachetazo con que siempre está amagando para hacerme fracasar, no podré sobreponerme a este último fracaso y yo seré como un grillo, muerto al pie de tu rosal.
English translation
I can't be wrong anymore, you are the last one in my life, and it's the last coin I have left to play. If I don't win your affection I'll consider it a lost coin since life will never again allow me to win. I confess to you, dazzled, that I did not expect such a thing. My temples are already sporting ivory brushstrokes, my abandoned courtyard was no longer dreaming of the rose. and the miracle was performed with the last of April. You are the last one and I hope you bring me tenderness, that which I have searched for in so many and cannot find. I no longer want passion, nor love affair, nor adventure.... I want you as a companion to help me fight. I don't care about your past and I'm not the one to judge you because I've had a hard time with life myself. Besides, there is a reason to love you and take care of you: one can guess by looking at you that you have not been loved well. That's why I told you I can't be wrong anymore, you're the last one to perfume my corner. and those drops of dew that don't let you look at me are telling me clearly that I reached your heart. But if bad luck accommodates the slap in the face with which it is always threatening to make me fail, I won't be able to overcome this last failure and I will be like a cricket, dead at the foot of your rose bush.























