Текст песни Кортасар - нас только двое

and here again the hunting decoy
heard in an upset guitar, -
there are only two of us in a crowded bar,
and everyone is hopelessly alone;

no, this is not love, but only an excuse
for intimacy when in a full blaze
over your body I blindly rummage
but you slip away: not yet a deadline.

let our vigil smokey sentinel
night burns overhead;
here slavery bitter love is diffused

connects - like, I don’t understand -
deaf darkness blinding you
with a barely noticeable strip of sunset.