Anclao En Paris

Throw me for the life of a bohemian wanderer
I am, Buenos Aires, anchored in Paris
Covered with evils, banded with urgency
I evoke you, from this distant country
I contemplate the snow that falls softly
From my window, which overlooks the boulevard
The reddish lights, with a dying tone
They seem like strange pupils to look at

Far away Buenos Aires, how beautiful it must be!
It's been ten years since you saw me set sail
Here, in this montmartre, sentimental corner
I feel that the memory stabs me with its dagger

How your current street will have changed!
Suipacha, emerald, your own suburb!
Someone told me that you are flourishing
And a game of streets occurs diagonally
You don't know how much I want to see you!
Here I am stranded, without money and without faith
Who knows one night death will enchant me
And, bye Buenos Aires, I won't see you again!