Porteno and dancer, you made me tango, as I am:
Romantic and sweet…
Your violin inspires me, your rhythm’s soul carries me away,
the bandoneon lullabies me…
Melancholic little house, sighing with love,
I gave my heart at your door,
and in your Creole window, resting in the sun,
the past broke my strings.
All my drama is in your voice,
hands in farewell,
lips in crimson…
For her and for her love, you made me tango, as I am:
Porteno and dancer!
What does it matter, the dream
that robs my pupils
with deceiving hours
of restless dancing.
What does it matter, the fear
of giving life!
If I found the kiss,
my soul craves.
Today I know they were
Tangos, love, and drinks,
Crazy swallows,
in my heart.
Porteno and dancer, tango echoes… in your voice
today I live a melodrama.
Its breath returns to me like that night I embraced
her tender heart…
Melancholic little house of glass and blue,
if she returns once again to ask,
in your Creole window turned into a cross,
tell her how much I cried.
A guitar, a strumming,
dreams and singing…
Everything was taken!
Porteno and dancer, you made me tango, as I am,
romantic and sweet…