A bit of neighborhood, there in Pompeya/Slipping asleep over the facet with the embankment/A lantern swinging about the wall/Plus the thriller of goodbye that the prepare echoes/A Doggy barking on the moon/Adore concealed on the balcony/Plus the toads resounding while in the lagoon/And in the gap the voice on the bandoneon/Neighborhood of tango, mo