A Media Luz Letra de: Carlos Cesar Lenzi Musica de: Edgardo Donato. Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,
segundo piso, ascensor;
no hay porteros ni vecinos
adentro, cocktel y amor.
Pisito que puso Maple
piano, estera y velador...
un telefon que contesta,
una fonola que llora
viejos tangos de mi flor,
y un gato de porcelena
pa que no maulee al amor.

Y todo a media luz,
que es un brujo al amor,
a media luz los bessos,
a media luz los dos...
Y todo a media luz, crepusculo interior,
que suave terciopelo
la media luz de amor.

Juncal doce veinticuatro,
telefonea sin tremor;
de tarde, te con masitas,
de noche, tango y amor;
los domingos, te danzante,
los lunes, desolacion.
Hay de todo en la casita:
almohadones y divanes
como en botica... coco,
alfombras que no hacen ruido
y mesa puesta al amor...

[At Half Light] Corrientes three-four-eight,
second floor, elevator;
there are no doormen or neighbours
inside, cocktails and love.
Loft furnished by Maple:
piano, rug and nightlamp...
a telephone that answers,
a phonograph that cries
the old tangos of my youth,
and a porcelain cat
that cannot mew at love.

And everything at half light,
which is a sorcerer to love,
at half light the kisses,
at half light the two of us...
And all at half light,
twilight interior,
that soft velvet
the half light of love!

Juncal twelve twenty-four,
call without fear;
on afternoons, tea with pastries,
at night tango and love;
on Sundays, tea dancing,
on Mondays, emptiness.
There is everything in the cottage:
pillows and sofas,
like in a drugstore... coke,
carpets muffling the sound
and a table set for love...