Buenos aires

I've kept in my bandoneon
a taste of your air
as if I didn't want to forget you, good airs
the further away from you I go
the closer I feel you to me
and the more I look for you in other cities
your skin...... sea brown
your September bright like a soul drowned in sorrow
through the cobblestone streets scented with wet cement
the same age
and another bar in decline
and another block that changes as everything changes
as I change
Good airs, good airs

High plain of perdition
soul of a drug so bitter it doesn't heal but hurts
Good airs, how it hurts me
I am your witness of today
and you are the teenage love that never begins nor ends
Good airs never ends
your skin....... sea of brown
your September bright like a soul drowned in sorrow
through the cobblestone streets scented with wet cement
the same age
and another bar in decline
and another block that changes as everything changes
as I change
Good airs, good airs