Belgrano sesenta once?
Quisiera hablar con Renee...
No vive alli?... No, no corte...
Podria hablar con Ud.?
No cuelgue... la tarde es triste.
Me siento sentimental.
Renee ya se que no existe...
Charlemos... Usted es igual...

Charlando soy feliz...
La vida es breve
Soñemos en la gris
tarde que llueve...
Hablemos de un amor...
Seremos ella y el
y con su voz
mi angustia cruel
sera mas leve...
Charlemos, nada mas.
Soy el cautivo
de un sueño tan fugaz
que ni lo vivo.
Charlemos, nada mas,
que aqui en mi corazon,
oyendola siento latir
otra emocion...

Que dice? Tratar de vernos?
Sigamos con la ilusion...
Hablemos sin conocernos
corazon a corazon...
No puedo.. no puedo verla.
Es doloroso, lo se...
Como quisiera quererla!
Soy ciego... Perdoneme...

Belgrano 60-11?
I'd like to speak to Renee...
She doesn't live there?... No, don't hang up...
Could I talk to you?
Don't hang up... the afternoon is gloomy.
I feel sentimental.
I already know Renee doesn't exist...
Let's talk... You're just as well...

Chatting makes me happy...
Life is brief...
Let's dream in the gray
rainy afternoon...
Let's talk about a love affair...
We'll be her and him
and with your voice
my cruel anguish
will be trivial.
Let's talk, nothing else.
I am captive
of a dream so brief
that I can't even live it.
Let's talk, nothing else,
for here, in my heart,
hearing you I feel beating
another emotion...

What are you saying? To try to see each other?
Let's continue with the illusion...
Let's talk without meeting
heart to heart...
I can't... I can't see you...
It is painful, I know...
How would I want to love you!
I'm blind... Forgive me...