Banks that never change we touch when anchoring here.
A hundred ports gift us the music of the sea so dear.
Sad-eyed girls come to receive us with a glance,
And the taste of the drinks seems always the same chance.
Only here in your port, joy fills the heart’s tone,
Riachuelo where the bandoneon’s voice does moan.
Let’s dance to the echo of the final beat’s embrace,
Tomorrow a ship departs, maybe never re-trace.
How well we dance
on the firm ground near.
Tomorrow at dawn
we need to steer.
The night is long,
I don’t want you sad, dear.
Girl, let’s go…
Why the tears appear?
I’ll say your name
when far I have to roam.
I’ll have a memory
to tell the sea at home.
The night is long,
I don’t want you sad, dear.
Girl, let’s go…
Why the tears appear?
Two months on a boat my heart did embark.
Two months longing for the bandoneon’s spark.
The tango is a friendly port where dreams dock.
In its dance’s rhythm, emotions sway and rock.
At night, with the moon, dreaming on the sea so vast,
The rhythm of the waves tricks me with its cast.
Let’s dance this tango, I don’t want to reminisce.
Tomorrow a ship departs, maybe never re-bliss.
