Buenos Aires

Buenos Aires, the queen of the silver
Buenos Aires, my beloved land
Listen to my song
For with it goes my life

In my hours of fever and orgy
Tired of pleasure and madness
I think of you, my homeland
To calm my bitterness

Porteño nights, under your cloak
Happiness and tears go closely together
Laughs and kisses, a wild party
Everything is forgotten with champagne

And at the end of the milonga
You hear a girl asking for bread
It's for a reason that in the tango
There's always a sorrowful sob

And to the grumbling beat of the bellows
A tough guy confuses the girl
And the crying of the violin
Paints the Creole soul

Buenos Aires, like a beloved one
If you're far away, it's better to love you
And say all my life
Rather die than forget you