Brushstrokes of Rio and New York,
with accents from London and Paris,
already singing with Naples, love,
or in a schottisch laughing with Madrid.
There’s milonga rhythm in your stride
and tango romance in your dreams,
all this translates your heartbeat,
Buenos Aires, lovely and kind.
Good night, Buenos Aires,
my song greets you.
Good night, Buenos Aires,
with the voice of bandoneón.
In the revel of your lights,
my emotions are dazzled,
and with the wine of your tango,
the heart becomes drunk.
Good night, Buenos Aires,
my song greets you.
Whoever visits your shores once,
nostalgic for the sky they left behind,
in your streets they feel reborn
and soon fuse into your melting pot.
In the nocturnal magic you provide,
with dreamy and luminous allure,
everything speaks of your warmth,
Buenos Aires, metropolis of the south.