Anclao En Paris

Thrown by the life of a wandering bohemian
I am, Buenos Aires, anchored in Paris
Weathered by evils, pressured by urgency
I evoke you, from this distant country
I contemplate the snow falling softly
From my window, facing the boulevard
The reddish lights, with a dying tone
Seem like pupils of a strange gaze

Distant Buenos Aires, how beautiful you must be!
It's been almost ten years since you saw me set sail
Here, in this Montmartre, sentimental corner
I feel the memory stabbing me with its dagger

How your Corrientes street must have changed!
Suipacha, Esmeralda, your same suburb!
Someone told me you are flourishing
And a set of streets runs diagonally
You have no idea how much I want to see you!
Here I am stranded, without money and without faith
Who knows, one night death may come for me
And, goodbye Buenos Aires, I may never see you again!