Cuatro compases

Fine as no one, pretty as the sun,
reigned for her looks in the ballroom.
Dancing a tango, our romance was born,
while the orchestra played these bars.

Four bars that cheered up
my sad heart
with your divine love.

Milonga tango,
smooth and tough,
that put the charm between my arms.
Today, next to the warmth
of her tender love,
I buried the anguish of a failure.
I no longer cry for that wickedness;
now I live so happily with her!
Play bandoneon,
that my heart
wants to remember those bars.

Four milonga bars
that were the emotion
of a new and sweet love.