Rust and Diamonds · Joan Baez

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

Cocoon · Tell Me

Tell me what they said when they found out that I've lost you
Tell me that you feel better when I say it scares me too

I'm not a friend of yours anymore
I'm not a friend of yours anymore

Tell me every bend, tell me all the dance I'll never know
Tell me every fence, tell me all the caves you'll never show
I'm not a friend of yours anymore
I'm not a friend of yours
And tonight I hate birds
I hate birds
I hate birds
And tonight I hate birds
I hate birds

Una par de cositas nuestras · Gabo

Una niña apuñalada es la tristeza
Que llora sobre un caballo enamorado que vuela
Que vuela sobre sí mismo y en su reflejo se regodea
Una herida de amor es una tristeza fresca que vuela

Hojas nuevas, hojas viejas, hojas vivas, hojas muertas
En las hojas se definen - mirá - un par de cositas nuestras

Un niño sin brazos que corre despacio es la espera
Que se ahoga lentamente en algún mar de la tierra
Un mar cuyas aguas negras han vuelto la tierra negra
El abandono es un mar oscuro que en agua negra te entierra

Hojas nuevas, hojas viejas, hojas vivas, hojas muertas
En las hojas se definen -mirá mirá mira- un par de cositas nuestras.