Take it easy, heart of mine, come down a little!
and listen, if you please, what I am saying,
since you know that her love it's all yours
and there are no reasons to pretend to be crazy.
Take it easy, heart of mine, come down a little
This way used to sing sing
a poor pickpocket
that, to the cell, because of her,
was sent to rest, while the woman
with all her charm
along the streets of Buenos Aires
lived her life.
But since all comes to an end in this life,
one afternoon he got out of prison,
and when the poor pickpocket met her he said:
'Please, come back again to the nest'.
'I can't come back,
said the woman,
the love of mine
already ended'.
A shadow passed,
a shut was heard,
the woman fell,
and an ambulance.
indifferently
took her away.
And once again, in the hours of night
when the pavilion tranquil sleeps,
from the last cell of the prison
one could hear the pickpocket sing this song:
Take it easy, heart of mine, come down a little!
and listen, if you please, what I am saying.
since you know that her love never was yours
and there are no reasons to pretend to be crazy.
Take it easy, heart of mine, come down a little!