A piece of community, there in Pompeya/Slipping asleep on the facet of the embankment/A lantern swinging within the wall/As well as mystery of goodbye that the educate echoes/A Doggy barking at the moon/Like hidden on a balcony/And the toads resounding while in the lagoon/As well as in the gap the voice on the bandoneon/Neighborhood of tango, moon