With the grimace of regret; old, sad, and without strength…
Slow steps as I walk… I carry my burdened heart.
Far from the great city that saw me bloom,
on the strangest roads I feel my soul consumed.
No one sees my decline, nor cares about my pain…
No one seeks my friendship, I’m alone with my disdain!
And so I wander endlessly since the day I arrived,
chasing a mad dream, leaving everything behind…
And wandering aimlessly, I suddenly came alive
hearing from a record that tango tune:
“Waiter, bring another drink” — sung by Carlos Gardel.
And hearing it I recalled all the past,
the young happy years I spent…
My dear old mother, the friendly group…
the little girlfriend I left…
Tango that brings back memories!
My Buenos Aires… I long to return!
Buenos Aires, my city… how I miss your thrill!
Today as I remember my heart breaks apart…
How could I have left, how could I have abandoned,
the warmth of that land that gave me tenderness and peace.
The little childhood home where I grew so happily,
my passionate love and the café gang;
it all resurfaces in sweet memories
and thinking of what I left
a teardrop escapes me.
That’s why, moved to my core, it made me shiver,
hearing from a record that tango tune:
“Waiter, bring another drink” — sung by Carlos Gardel.
And hearing it I recalled all the past,
the young happy years I spent…
My dear old mother, the friendly group…
the little girlfriend I left…
Tango that brings back memories!
My Buenos Aires… I long to return!